feathers

It's like we're all on completely different levels from each other. like.. with everything. What's funny to me isn't funny to you, and is just a little funny to the bald guy in the corner. What I find offensive, you don't, and your mom doesn't even understand. How is it even possible that people relate at all? Like if every definition is really.. in the end down to what each individual person thinks or believes or whatever.. then how can a conversation even happen? how can you understand someone and how can anyone understand you at all? It's such a... ah I dunno just blows my mind. I see everyone on this like... overlapping set of 3 bazillion stairs. And we're all a step... not a step up or down from anyone else.. just a step off. Just not on the same level however you wanna look at it. How man kind can find a way to live with each other like we do is simply amazing! I'm impressed with us for now... for now. And mother nature, good job. God, you too. Happy 5:30am