sadists

recently things have been a lil down for me. thinking how meaningless life can be. well, i followed the routined life path carved for almost all sgreans, and i can't help to think this is so not for me.

but again, i'm not the kinda person who can take risks, so taking up a risky, rather phrased as challenging career is outta the question.

maybe i'm not sick of the routined style.
maybe i'm sick of how this routine can carve you into the typical kinda person.

working for money.
taking care of hypothetical responsibilies.
chasing time so much that we wasted our lives.
sick of living, but hafta continue due to our so-called weights hanging on our shoulders.

how meaningless, please throw me an explanation. to me, you just chasing something you didn't even think about properly in the first place.

and i think people are becoming stones.

i always feel, being a handicapped, or abnormal, wouldn't be so bad, if we have the right people around us.

a blind wouldn't worry so much if helpful people would watch out for them.

you causally remind them if they're walking into a wall,
or pull out a hand if the lights on the road just turned red.
it won't be as bad, if million of other eyes are watching out for them.

but wat i see on the streets now, are people with eyes are equally blind.

tell me you didn't encounter anyone bumping into you so hard that your bag flew,
or your feet got stepped by sm strangers won't refuse to give you the apology they owe you.
or walk str right into you.

fuck it. people with eyes are equivalent to being gorged out.
no wonder blind people are so worried.

oh yes, talking about blind, for god's sake why do i feel people are not as blind as they seem?

i see cars slowing down to take a peep at car accidents,
gossiping and pointing at beggars at the roadside,
discriminating gays and lesbians which they could just happily turn a blind eye at.
then why are you so observant towards this sorta things?

oh yeah, conclusion: people are so damn happy making others feel miserable. sadists.