Far

It sometimes strike me how far away from each other we are. I mean, usually, we tend to be quite close. We cluster together for transport, we gather together for some form of gathering or the other, we scatter then cluster for transport again and so on. Every one has his own life, his own time, his own thoughts...The number of thoughts going through everyone's head in a single moment must be this infinite number that would take seventy pages to write or something. Imagine that...Imagine if we all thought on the same thought every second of the day. So that you can stand next to a regular stranger at the bus station and be able to relate to them in ways you never deemed possible.
Sometimes I wonder if that would be a blessing or pure fright. I'd never want someone violating the privacy of my mind in any case. There's hardly any privacy left anywhere else.

We're so universally close, we ram into each other when we're in a hurry, we communicate in 'apologies' and 'sure's and short, nervous glances. Sometimes we even laugh nervously or feign emotion. Because we're scared of the most horrible social label; weird. There is nothing worse than being the 'weird' guy in society...If you can't laugh at a joke you don't find funny. Or say sorry when someone bumps into you. That's not being polite; see that's another lie society usually feeds you. In reality, that's just being this strange creature you're not supposed to really be...The creature society won't accept because society thinks that creature is 'fake'. How. Freaking. Ironic.