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What was life, he thought, why are we here, what is the reason for this insanity? He could only guess that it was a twisted game in the scheme of things. For how else was one to survive without working and paying the piper? Yet he was still haunted by the question, why! Why did life have to be this facade of utter bullshit just to cover what was real? Why, did people act in a way they thought they should act rather than how they truly felt? The questions would not leave his mind, for they would only torment him ever more than the day before.
But was it fair to call it odd or was everyone else odd? To him, everyone else seemed odd and only those that shared his labeled as odd views seemed normal. Yet was normal even the correct word, no it wasn't! Truly human seemed more apropos to what he believed was how everyone should be.....what they really are on the inside. Why should they hide it?
But was it fair to call it odd or was everyone else odd? To him, everyone else seemed odd and only those that shared his labeled as odd views seemed normal. Yet was normal even the correct word, no it wasn't! Truly human seemed more apropos to what he believed was how everyone should be.....what they really are on the inside. Why should they hide it?