What is: Reality?
Time is relative. Also, life is relative, shades of grey. It is because we are not all the same, even when we have a lot in common. You can find someone, hypothetically, with the exact same list of interests as me but that person still would not be me. Hypothetic-clone-me will not have the same reasons for liking what I like, will not have the same perspective on things we agree on. So when I say we are all unique special snowflakes, I mean in very specific terms, no one else is me. I do not mean special as in deserving special treatment or any other self-empowerment kind of way. We are all the same only in that we are all different. Thusly, life is relative, though luckily not to the point that no one can agree on anything. Now, I am not about to say anything revolutionary, as far as I know, but I will be thinking aloud. There are things that I find myself at odds with when it comes to the general “society” view and some just interest me, some bother me, but they are all worthy of discussion. Am I crazy? That is another thing entirely. Why am I doing this? Because when there is too much on your mind, you get it out. My way is writing, so you will be subjected to my ramblings. At a later date.