I do not understand the world.
The world, it would seem, does not understand me either.
Life is full of paradoxes, and the people who live in it perpetuate them. Life’s often called a bitch – I assume the hobbies that earned her that moniker keep her very busy. But I wish she will take a moment from all her bitchy business to answer some of the questions I have milling in my head. Like, why the world encourages you to be who you are, and the right people will love you for it. And yet, when you are exactly that, all the people that matter, and then some, will form a solid wall of disapproval.
I am many things, most of them a riot of personalities. (more…)