Sometimes when I sat down in one of the river court's benches and watched people so busy talking to people they used to know and they call friends I sort of get envious because I don't have that thing in life. You know the word friend. I usually talk to perfect strangers than to people I used to know. It's maybe because strangers don't know you and they won't judge you directly. Otherwise the people who knows you might think that you're making stories and you're perfectly lying. You know it's hard to live in a world were people are so judgemental like they know everything about you. They never think twice of judging you, can't they look at themsleves and take two steps backward and pick up a mirror and try to have a face check. I mean it's not all about physical or what, it's just that sometiomes when you're so FULL with what's happening in your life and you want to run away but you know you just can't because it's all about COWARDY if you're going to do that. I just realized that sometimes it's really hard to please people. Then I look back to some questions on my check book and try to answer them. When time passed by and I realized that my answers are wrong and just laugh at it and try to reminisce how bad it felt before.
Right now it might sound so incoherent if I would say that I'd rather be quiet when they say something about me because in the past I've learned that it's better to listen to them and say nothing at all. Maybe that's why we have two ears to listen more and one mouth to speak a little. And maybe that's why there are strangers so that life would be more exciting and more illusionary and mysterious.
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