I wish I could understand the way people think. Perhaps that is what I will do with my life. I should probably give an attempt at figuring out the way I think first, I suppose.. I can imagine that a profession in studying peoples' minds would be either a very interesting or a very dull one. Maybe I'll be an English teacher instead.
People blow my mind. Well, at least they will eventually. My mind has not exploded yet, but I am certain that it will in the next year or so. I simply cannot bring myself to understand how we can claim to be a nation that highlights its freedom and equality .. but still we have picket signs at funerals, screaming against the sins of homosexuality.
We are cavemen. We are nothing more than Neanderthals in lavish suits. I find myself becoming so .. so emotional that I am almost brought to tears from the mere frustration I feel because I don't know what I can do to change anything.
The fact that we have certain "unalienable rights" does not make us free.
Our lives are bound by paper.. by words. Words that could be destroyed by one swift flick of the wrist. What would we be then?
What a state I am in.