It is human nature, I know, to wonder if there is someone who feels the same as us. Am I normal? Do others experience the world in the same way I do? And we run around, proud to be independent and free, but there is still, that little voice inside, calling out for someone like them.
Is that where the concept of soul mates comes from? Someone whose little voice goes “yeah! Me too!! I like gouda cheese too! I think Austin Powers is hilarious too! I really want to learn photography too!”
Honestly, I don’t even believe in soul mates. It’s a nice thought and not much more.
But things that I can’t help but wonder:
Do other girls think about sex this much? Does it drive their mind as much of the day as it does mine? Do other guys think about sex this much?
How long does it take to stop thinking about someone? Is it the same for everyone? Do they think about me?
How do other people fall asleep? Are they like me, they can only fall asleep if they imagine being in someone’s arms or have exhausted themselves with math and incessant projects or are drunk?
Is that fairytale really as fulfilling as everyone thinks it is?
After depression starts fading, does it ever really go away? Or does it keep cycling?
Am I really as self assured as I think I am? Or has that cover been on so long I cannot even tell what is real anymore?
Do other people have difficulty expressing emotion without being drunk? Do other people view strong emotions as a weakness like I do?
We’re all out there with these little questioning voices in our heads,
DYING to know the answers
DYING to hear a reply
DYING to know if there is a friend or lover or stranger who feels the same way as us
and we’re all too fucking afraid to ask the questions
cause what if there isn’t?
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