I am not particularly fond of people, and they are not particularly fond of me. I feel that I have low tolerance for too many things.

It is awfully strange looking out towards the crowd and realizing everyone not only wears the same thing, speaks in the same way, but carries themselves all too similiar. If we are all different then why are we all the same? No doubt sheep must look different to other sheep.

Others complain about having no direction. Yet I do not feel that way. It is odd though, knowing exactly where you are going to end up. But what's more, dreading that you will end up there.