I was on the train today, and I was standing in the same spot the whole time. I still had a long way to go, and then I spotted someone getting ready to alight. Of course I got ready to take his seat because duh I wanted to sit.
I was about to sit, the seat being just two steps to my left, and then BAM! this woman who just came in stole my seat like nobody's business. She sat down and continued watching whatever movie on her phone, oblivious to the heart that she had just broken [mine].
Well damn, I squinted my eyes at her in frustration, and the more I stared at her the more I wanted to hit her in the head. Really!
But I didn't of course, as much as I wanted to. And then I had a train of random thoughts following suit: if I had listened to my heart and hit her like I'd wanted to, the people on the train would think I was crazy.
And then it occurred to me that you would usually be called crazy if you do or say things that you want to.
Thinking about it, I've been called crazy a bunch of times for speaking my heart out, be it out of happiness or anger or whatever. Is that how things really work? People dismiss your thoughts as craziness if they don't accept them.
You'd walk down the street and a random man could come up to you and shoot his mouth off, and even if whatever he was saying made sense, you'd just dismiss him as a crazy person. Do I not make sense???
I don't know, I just had these random thoughts. Am I the only one who sees the world the way I do, who is brave enough to actually say what I want? If I am, then does that make me crazy?
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