someday it will come to you

We, brother sirs, confess our inability to be sensitive to people’s remarks, and our lack of sensitivity to remark on people, whether it be insulting, degrading, humiliating and such. But we get all itchy when people become too touchy. Or too excited on something. Or be fucking insulting for those who have a belief/principle/ other than that of themselves without actually weighing both sides.

It gets on our nerves. It burns. Jeez, you can’t even have a decent conversation anymore without people telling you “I’m me, you’re you” in the end. It ain’t a problem of personality here; it’s about what sort of ideas you uphold. We ain’t interested in you, if that’s what you thinking. We’re trying to rationalize here, man. Tell us.

Otherwise, we have nothing to say.

“I fell not in love with him; I fell in love with the idea of him”