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Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Why? @ 2/16/2010 08:51:00 PM

Why do we despise the things that are good and healthy for us and want the things that aren't? Why do we hate the dentist and doctors, even though they help us? Why do we enjoy alcohol and cigarettes, when they cause more harm than good? Why is it that we judge people for one negative thing, yet we're actively participating in an equally negative activity? Why do we think that we're better than others because we have our life 'together'? And why do we think we're cool because we're bumming around? Why do we defy authority and vote for anarchy, but detest dictators and anarchists? Why do we want what we can't have, and ignore what's right in front of us? Why is what we have never enough? Why do we focus too much on the past and future, but never on the present? Why do we set impossible standards for those around us, but fail to meet them ourselves? Why is it never fast enough, why is everything a race or contest? Why are we determined to stand out so much that we fit in with all the other 'individuals'? Why are we determined to make ourselves fit into a mold of some sort so that we become a stereotype? Why are we afraid of change yet refuse to stay the same? Why do we always demand to have the upper hand, no matter the cost? Why are we obsessed with the notion of happy endings and fairy tales? Why do we demand independence yet cling to those around us, afraid of being alone? Why are we constantly pushing up against the boundaries? Why do we think that we are immune to hurt, failure and death? Why do we refuse to believe that we're lovable? Why do we fall for the 'bad boy', and yet remain surprised when we're hurt yet again? Why don't we care?
Just wondering...

Until next time fellow humans....


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