Sometimes, it's as if nobody understands. Not that they don't understand me, some don't, its so much more. Some people don't seem to understand anything. They don't get that I like to be alone. They don't get that I like books and music and my favorite movies as company more than I like them. I don't have to always be around people, I hardly ever feel the need to be around people. In fact the constant tug I feel in my chest drawing me to the inviting pages of my book are all to familiar and much more pleasurable than anything and person my age could give me. I also don't get why everyone seems to think that I have to have a crush because I'm fourteen, I didn't realize that meant I had to fall for every boy I made eye contact with.
But don't get me wrong. There are some people who do understand it. However, I have yet to come face to face with a person like that. A person who doesn't mind not talking, not loving, not screaming, not crying, not running, not going. Just sitting there, writing, thinking, reading. Anything buy being loud and obnoxious and just constantly going. Adding more and more to their list every second so they aren't really thinking. Just going through the motions and adding more just to add more and more never really stopping to see what their doing, not really thinking for themselves.
Most people blame technology, but most of those people are hypocrites because they have their smart phones and laptops all tapping and buzzing. I'm not saying that technology is the best thing on Earth because there are flaws with the technology itself and humanity's reaction to it is hardly perfect. But nothing is perfect, nothing can be perfect because if everything was perfect, we wouldn't know it. You cant know "perfection" without imperfection. And even if we did have a "perfect word" there will always be someone who thinks what you think is imperfect is perfect. Everyone has different views of perfection, to come to a point in time where everyone on Earth sees a single thing as "perfect" is impossible.
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