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everyone is convinced that they are right and the majority is wrong.
even the crazy left-foot liberal and right-ear conservative is part of the mindless majority.
but everyone persists to bitch about everything, acting like we know "it all."
we know very little.
and why is that so hard for us to conceive.
we are the masses that we so strongly desire not to be.
so...
so what.
so people change.
so things move.
and everyone and everything is dynamic.
and i'm too slow to catch up.
so why should i care.
i'm convinced that i'm right.
and i'm pretty sure that you're wrong.
but i don't care about that much.
because things change independently from anyone that i've ever known or met.
even the most extreme.
they don't make a shit's difference.
just to one or two people really.
so i need to forget about the majority.
its about one or two people and myself.
and that's better anyway.
i do not stand by my words because i change my mind every 5 minutes.
my emotions flutter and sink like unoriginal similes.
and i'm happy.
i always ask myself that question.
i stare at my iris' and my naked self in the mirror and ask, "am i happy?"
the answer is yes.
even the crazy left-foot liberal and right-ear conservative is part of the mindless majority.
but everyone persists to bitch about everything, acting like we know "it all."
we know very little.
and why is that so hard for us to conceive.
we are the masses that we so strongly desire not to be.
so...
so what.
so people change.
so things move.
and everyone and everything is dynamic.
and i'm too slow to catch up.
so why should i care.
i'm convinced that i'm right.
and i'm pretty sure that you're wrong.
but i don't care about that much.
because things change independently from anyone that i've ever known or met.
even the most extreme.
they don't make a shit's difference.
just to one or two people really.
so i need to forget about the majority.
its about one or two people and myself.
and that's better anyway.
i do not stand by my words because i change my mind every 5 minutes.
my emotions flutter and sink like unoriginal similes.
and i'm happy.
i always ask myself that question.
i stare at my iris' and my naked self in the mirror and ask, "am i happy?"
the answer is yes.