Stuff that occurred to me

[bliumchik]

It regularly amazes me that I have a social life, and like friends n shit. But, I'm not really close to them, because, really, we aren't that close to anyone, are we?

We spend our whole lives trying to understand other people, and maybe it doens't really matter if we never succeed, but it does if we stop trying.

And we casually hurt someone every time we turn around, and we rarely stop to think that other people are just like us, and have the same thoughts and feelings and mood swings and problems and solutions and I'm not really all that special, when you think about it, and neither are you.

Comments

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You'd be amazed at how many people there are who are willing to get closer to you and to get to know you if you at least let them in or even reached out and tried to get to know them better, people are all very similar. Whenever you think something, somebody has thought of it before you. A regular person is lucky enough to experience 15 seconds of unique thought during their lifetime. (No idea how they calulated that figure) That means that for all the remaining time you are just reliving things that people have done before you. But if so many people have dont them before why not share your experiences with people and find out how similar you all really are?

Don't base your opinion on the first sentence :P

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

Dude, most of your comment was basically agreeing with everything I said. My point was, you're never really close to any human being, because you can never understand them, and they can't understand you. In fact, we can barely understand ourselves, so how arrogant are we to assume we can sum people up? In any case, what I meant was that all of the above is really irrelevant to real life, because if you stop trying to understand people, it gets worse, so the point is not to succeed, but just to keep going.

Also, I didn't mean any of that in a depressing kind of way. :P It just kinda popped into my head while I was walking home, and when I wrote it down I was surprised that I wasn't sad about it, but it's not really real anyway. It's just another story.