I think it’s interesting that you are so apt at criticizing others when you don’t even give them a chance to be more than what you think. I think it’s sad that you’re so limited in your sight. There’s more to you and there’s more to me.
Balance. I suppose that we all strive for it in most facets of our life. Work and pleasure. Responsibility and carelessness. Love and lust. An endless list of what we don’t want to fess up to. Then you balance out friends and family. Who do you put more stock into? My mind fucks with me. It tells me I should be suspicious when I really shouldn’t. It doesn’t help when others feed into that either. Confusion.