People are amazing.

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I have so much respect for people that do amazing things, people that go out of their comfort zone, people that risk their life to entertain you for a minute.  People who take pleasure in making you feel amazing. As I said in one of my older posts: There are people who drawn from a glass of water and people that can swim from England to France.

People that dedicate their life to a certain passion. People who give away family to pursue what they love. It fascinates me that some people turn out to be such amazing husband/wife material and some people turn out to be a lone wolfs. People that wonder the world seeing things most of us will never get to. Why? Because people have choices. You make your own life, not one is going to make it the way you want. There’s so many places to go, so many things to see, so many situations I crave to be in, so many experiences I want to go through, so many people I want to meet, so many things I want to learn, the hard way.

It’s mind-blowing how some people have certain principles. Although I hate biology and chemistry, I love what the human mind can do. The places it can take you, surrounded by the 4 walls of your room. Just close your eyes and dream. People that have that ability, I envy you, so much.

I was in college the other day and I had this conversation with this guy, I asked him if he drinks alcohol. He calmly said: “I don’t drink”. I looked at him bewildered, my ignorance not realising the diversity in people. I aggressively asked him if he had ever tried it…….He looked in my eyes and smiled, saying: “I don’t drink”.  He had that look on his face, like he didn’t understand my stupefaction. That’s human nature….

Sure, you have people that stab you in the back for a greater salary, and you have people that think they stole your girlfriend. Of course he doesn’t realise that if you allowed him to steal her, she stopped being yours before he even got there or should I say in there. 🙂

You also have people that annoy me until my blood starts to boil. They’re still people, they’re still fascinating, just not to me. People that have a hard time comprehending logical reasoning. Because everything in this world happens at the wish of a supernatural god that punishes you when you sin. SUCH LAUGH.

I find astonishing this rule people created. I was on my way to college the other day, I took my packet of cigarettes out, realising I had like 18 left I fainted a smile. 20 seconds later, someone walks up to me and asks me:”Do you have a spare cigarette?”. Mind-blowing. Not “I’ve seen you take your cigarettes out, can I please have one?”. No, of course not. You can’t put someone you don’t know in an awkward situation. You have to ask if they have a spare one, although you’ve seen their packet. There are certain rules that we follow, without even realising it.

It mesmerises me to learn about people, to see what makes them tick, what makes them do things, what makes them blindly follow religion, what makes them be so passionate about science, what makes people make the choices they make. I want to know their stories. I want to……KNOW.

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Wasted nights.

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What a waste of nights.

You’re in the club taking pictures, so he could see them. You want him to suffer like a dog, to see what he’s lost. You want to see him cry, on the outside :).But he can’t see them. He’s in a club too, pretending to be cool and uninterested.

What a waste of nights when you lie in bed thinking about your mistakes. What you could have done better or what you could have done worse? Sometimes the answer to both questions is nothing.  When you look at your albums full of pictures. Pictures you want to re-live, to re-experience. You look at the pictures and cherish the moments when you used to be happy, TOGETHER.  Now you’re in separate rooms, glancing at your happiness, ALONE.

What a waste of nights when your pride is telling you it’s too late to call. No one calls at this time, unless they’re desperate. You don’t want her to know. So you sit by your phone waiting for him to call, while he is waiting for your call, for once to show you care enough to call him. So you both fall asleep with your phone next to your pillow.

What a waste of nights when you realise the only thing you can offer is one, two, maybe three nights of pleasure. After the passion decays you leave. Because he doesn’t want to leave his prints on anyone’s soul. He’s learned that carrying someone’s prints is a burden, that love can turn into a dirty prison in which you close yourself in the arms of loneliness. So you throw yourselves, head in, naively hoping he will see the light somehow. Behind the sheets you’ve accepted the pleasure for pleasure deal fooling yourself that by adding love you’ll get the same thing in return. But you were wrong. Love is not about love to be loved.

So many people sleep together in the same bed, ALONE.

Yours, A M Maxim