People are fucking weird. I’m weird. You’re weird. Everybody you know is weird and everybody you don’t know is weird. Weird. That one word universally describes humans. Accurately describes humans. Describe a human. Faithful companions of collectors of fashion, endorsing the maximum entropy Markov model in accordance with the natural law of humans, weird.
It all boils down to perspective. A person has something in their head. Let’s say thing 1. A different person has something in their head. Let’s say thing 2. It is impossible for those two things to be identical. No matter how closely they resemble each other they are different. They may be equivalent but they are not equal. Thing 1 is not thing 2 and can never be thing 1 can never be thing 2. The universe belongs to a single person. Better yet, a person has their own universe. You are weird to me because you are not me. I am weird to you because you are not me. Get out of your fucking head, weirdo.
Fuck that. I’m not weird. You’re weird. I own the world and everything in it til death do us part mother fuck shitball. It all boils down to my perspective. Nothing else is real. When I walk through a crowd I determine how they feel. My god is the God. I am the model for perceiving . I define what a family is. I define what a friend is. I define what music is, love is, culture is, education is, class is, classless is, sex is, right is, state is, meaning is. I define what is. That’s why, in the end, the human race is fucked. Perspective cannot play nicely, it is just too unfriendly. Fuck weird.
