School

As I have resorted to only writing inexplicable and ludicrous texts, here we go again. And I quote: (this time from a comedy show by Lewis Black) "I've seen the end of the Universe and it's in the United States and oddly enough it's in Houston, Texas. Imagine my surprise, when I left the comedy club one day and walked to the end of the block. And on one streetcorner there was a Starbucks... And opposite to that Starbucks, in the same exact building as that Starbucks, there was a Starbucks. I looked back and forth, thinking the Sun was playing tricks with my eyes. But there was a Starbucks across from a Starbucks. [...] What kind of people need the service of a Starbucks across from a Starbucks. I thought about this long and hard and I found only one group people. There's only one group of people that would make this joke of mine work. And these are people with Alzheimer's. It has to be a group of people that can drink coffee all day and then walk across the floor and open the door and say: "Gentlemen, do my eyes decieve me? I believe that's a Starbucks. I believe that it's time for a cup-a-Joe!" [...] I say that's the end of the Universe. People ask how do I know. I say, go there, look at your watch, time stands still!"

Stand still and observe - observe people all around you and respect them. I know I'm in search of the utopic way of life. But I can't help it. I just need to see happiness. All I can see in people, are insults, deceitfulness, disillusionment, heartache and despair. People may seem to happy and confident on the first glance. But when looked deeper and deeper inside people, I have come to find out, that most people are insecure inside, like lost puppies in a crowded fun-fair, like lost little children in a crowded Madonna concert. All are in search and pursuit of something . . . most are pursuing goals, that they will never achieve. And most have seen troubled times and have been hurt - severely. And I feel sorry for them. As Eminem sang . . . "I can see you're sad, even when you smile, even when you laugh, I can see it in your eyes, deep inside you wanna cry, cause you're scared [...]"

That's what I have noticed too - the eyes betray us. I have seen it far too often to take it non-chalantly. I care, believe it or not. I just met a wonderful person and even though she smiles a lot and she has a very beautiful smile, I can see in her eyes that she's troubled, she's having a problem, a memory she can't get rid of. She is slightly older than me and yet as I peek inside herself, I see that her heart and soul are younger than me. She hides, like most of us, behind a pretended faćade of confidence. And I feel so bad and I feel so sad for them, for I don't have a heart, I have a piece of flint as a heart-substitute. I'd like to comfort all those people, but I'm too selfish . . .

With that I leave you today to sit and wonder - what the f**k is wrong with this EMO? And I grant you that . . . I may be an emo for your eyes and I won't get offended for as I said - my heart has been replaced by a piece of stone-cold flint.