Sometimes I think how can I keep going in this awful world. This is so bad it’s terrifying. All the things we don’t know. All the lies we are told.
It scares me that people don’t know.
They think this world is fine.
Just live your life.
Be who you are. Do what you want.
I always think of the phrase “Ignorance is bliss”.
I see how that is true. If you are unaware or uninformed of how bad everything is then sure! You probably would be blissful. Life may not be easy but you’re probably content.
So many wishes I have. So many people I care and worry about.
Why do you have to feel that way? Why do you believe that??
Don’t you know that’s what they want you to think? You think you have such an independent mind when really, you’re just a puppet on some strings.
It’s not you’re fault. I can’t think less of you because of that. I feel sorry for you, but not in the sarcastic “I’m better than you” way.
“The worst of it is that extroverts have no idea of the torment they put us [introverts] through. Sometimes, as we gasp for air amid the fog of their 98-percent-content-free talk, we wonder if extroverts even bother to listen to themselves. Still, we endure stoically, because the etiquette books—written, no doubt, by extroverts—regard declining to banter as rude and gaps in conversation as awkward. We can only dream that someday, when our condition is more widely understood, when perhaps an Introverts’ Rights movement has blossomed and borne fruit, it will not be impolite to say “I’m an introvert. You are a wonderful person and I like you. But now please shush.”—Jonathon Rauch (via foreverdauntless)