You know, sometimes you may not know what people really think of you.
How often is it that we know not of the full story yet begin shooting indiscriminately? How often do we actually care about the degree of damage done following the shooting?
Most of us don't. We just shoot. And run.
And for those who are always within the vicinity to receive everything will find themselves, miraculously, immuned to every other shot because gradually, it grows to be just any other shot.
Initially there might be an urge to explain yourselves, to redeem yourselves, and to free yourselves from inaccurate accusations. So you try, so you fight, but sooner or later you'll learn, that any extra effort to defend yourself doesn't stop the shooting at all. And eventually, all that remains is just the big word APATHY again.
See? What you see isn't always what you get. But you won't see, because you're just too engrossed in your world.
I tried to understand. I even overturned my clock. Those who know me knows just how much I'd love to sleep. But somehow all that's just not enough. It's never enough.
I have tried, time and time again, to free my work from any discrepancies. I really tried. But it was always never apparent. And then all the image that's projected is a big time mistake-heck-care.
Since young I've been trying to prove. So I do what the Mathematicians do - prove. Prove the image deeply embedded in you, wrong. Yet I have grown sick, very sick. And then, I gave in. No point to prove anymore, because that wouldn't change the fact that I am still within the vicinity of indiscriminate shootings.
I wouldn't blame people for calling me childish, for just how long am I known to them? I wouldn't blame people for backstabbing me, because this is part of human evolution. So I shouldn't blame anyone, anything, for always, always kena shot at.
That is why I am running, running far.
Away from your assertions, away from your assumptions.
