everyone is the same.
on the same algorithm, writing the same python code; or rearranging the same formula; or rearranging the same verb; or… whatever.
The person you thought you knew, isn’t that person at all, they change and they conform to what they want to be when they aren’t around you. I do it, you do it, it’s disgusting.
Why don’t we all just do the same thing everyday? Because it’s boring, right? But maybe that’s not it. Maybe it’s because it makes us uncomfortable and leaves us unsatisfied, seldom are we assuaged. See what I did there? I wrote the same thing with different words.
Everyday we do the same thing with a different intent, but the same thing all the… same.
How can I say that we conform for different people and are yet the same? I don’t know, I haven’t figured it out yet. But I know darn well sure that it happens.
It’s upsetting, you know? I don’t want to be an if statement in the python code of life. I don’t want to change just because of circumstances, but I also don’t want to be the same.