Warum tun Leute, was sie tun?
I understand that someone just came back from comms ball of the maggots...well, officers of the 44th FAOCC yesterday. And well, if you do get to read this by some twist of fate, please do not feel offended. I have no intention of offending anyone, although much of this train of thought was sparked off by, well...you.Why do people like to do the things they do? It's a question which even i have asked myself. Why did i decide to smoke? Why do i like drinking? Why do i have a thing for driving fast, even if i'm just a learner? Why do i like the army, contrary to 90% of guys my age? Similarly, why are you willing to put down everything just to go for some activity, even if it's...well...your life? Why? Why? Why?
Are people blind to what others think, what others feel?
I guess it's really a jungle out there. Every man for him/herself, and may the best survive. Everyone expects everyone else out there to be understanding. And when these people finally become fatigued, too fatigued to understand further and instead point out what's wrong, they become sadly accused with lacking what a friend has - namely, patience.
Just as many subtle points get missed - you feel that i should just be nonchalant about you going to comms ball again but i certainly don't feel that way. If it's a once-in-a-lifetime thing...to be shared with a special person...well, blame me for being overly romantic? sigh. And things get turned around so that i'm the fool again. Like that Westlife song eons ago which went,
Can't believe that i'm the fool again
i thought this love would never end
How was i to know?
You never told me...
The more important question: Why do people bother to be concerned and worried?
posted by quatscherei @ 23:52
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