For the first time in my life, I wrote graffiti on a bathroom stall today.
But more importantly, people are starting to annoy me. I find that it's harder to love people when you see straight through their shit. And I'm not mounting any white horse while I say this, by any means. Believe me. I'm just as trashy... Just as ultimately self-interested... Just as shameless. But the fact still remains that I used to be able to love people blindly and openly. I guess, in all honesty, I still do. At heart, I forgive birth traits and primal natures. Yet, transparency is transparency; cubic zirconias don't glitter as brightly when you take them out of the display case.
In accordance to some fortune cookie law, I should accept the truth of life that all people need to be loved despite their un-goodness. Whether or not they delve into noble endeavors, just sit on their bed and Facebook stalk, or practice a combination of the two, they're still kindred humans to me. Skin and bone and organically driven to produce happiness for themselves. And sometimes, juuuust sometimes... produce it for others.
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