The great amount of effort people put into little unnecessary things is quite astonishing. I’m at a loss, seeing the amount of energy and power drained for insignificant moments. Humans are truly a bunch of impressive creatures, and carefree as well. Unproductivity is ever-present, knowingly or unknowingly.
But, who am I to judge? Am I not a product of the same society? Aren’t everything that others do inside me, just waiting to be burst out?
Quite honestly, sometimes I think I’m just a bag of muscles with thin fingers, messy hair and sunken, dark eyes who points those creepy little claws-like finger at anything that passes by. I guess I’ve got to be a little more out there.