Egads, I speak.

What are we all after? What is the purpose of life?
Self-inflicted questions are so cliche. Yet it goes on and on because no one knows an answer we're really satisfied with.
Roller-shutters roll and squeak as they descend and fall with a crash.
Bird calls echo loudly, even with so much noise from cars, from houses, from families and from the hum of a CPU.
I recall things.

I recall my personal wants, my own opinions, my ideas, my dreams.
Why are they all so irrational when applied to this thing people have dubbed 'reality'?
I...don't care.

People debate over jobs, over money, over the existence of God, philosophies, the meaning of life, what other people think about their clothes, the way they act, what other people say about them and so many other things.
They are all just simply things.
I don't care.

Jobs, money. They are duties we give ourselves. We need a job because we need money. We need money because money buys us necessities and things we want. They are important because we made them so, yet more people are subjected to greed and pride. The poor wants money to survive, the rich wants to get richer. Things become expensive. People forget what it's like to share because they want things, and more things. We forget what life really is because of our greed. No, we have already forgotten.

God or no God? Life? Afterlife? Beforelife? Arguments on religion are always tedious. A Christian girl I know once said to me that she needs to find something unexplainable so that I can accept that it is a miracle and believe in God. Why is there a need to explain things? Everything can be considered a miracle. Colours are a miracle, families are miracles. Why do we need to explain things? It was as if we explain things because we don't understand them, and we don't understand them because we don't accept them.
I don't care.
God or no God. Whether I am doomed to hell or not. The sun still rises from the east in the morning and I'll still get hungry. Locoroco will still be cute.

People judge because they don't understand, and if they do they will not judge. "Don't judge me based on your ignorance." Because of these ideas, I've grown to not be affected by other people's thoughts.

I'm crazy, irrational, odd. Yes, I know. You've all told me a million times.
I look at the sky, therefore I am weird.
I once asked myself: Why have a window when you won't look out of it?
And I answered my own question.

I can't live the life people expect me to. My examination results say I'm stupid, but some people say I'm smart. I sit in class but I don't feel as if I've learnt anything except that memorizing facts will ensure that I score. People say it's good to have a degree and a job but a job is just for money. People say lots of money is good, but I see rich people and I think that I don't want to be like them. I can't see the way 'normal' people see, nor think the way normal people think. That is why people who don't know me always dismiss my ideas and opinions. It's too odd, too 'negative'. My hitouts on 'society', on 'education', on 'the monetary system' and 'humanity'. They avert their eyes because it's too depressing for them, yet too true. But why is it depressing? It's not as if we can't fix it, it's just that no one wants to fix it. People say they want change yet stick to the same thing over and over again. Like how I keep saying the same things and sticking by my own path even though I will not gain a respectable job or earn good money and disappoint other people because I think other people just 'don't get it/want to get it'

I'm not metaphilosophical. I'm just too detached.
That's why I can say so much.
That's why people call me crazy.


Why do we have a window if we won't look out of it?

Because at least we'll have something to jump out of.

by me, the Slightly mad, but quite insane.