I look at life as if it were a science.  It is literal, comparative, and unobtrusive.   We go about our day innocuously.  There is something to be said for this, but I can’t imagine what.  Possibly a joke lies in there somewhere.

My life story would be interesting to some.  Others will doubt it, question it, and mock it.  Rightfully so.  We throw ourselves out there to be understood, and in doing so, we understand that not everyone will be so willing to believe us, and who can blame them.  In this world, there are people who suffer greatly, so much so that it becomes second nature to doubt that it can happen on the scale it does and in the ways it does.  Turning the other way becomes just as convenient.