People Don’t Act How They Actually Are in Real Life

A:

People don’t act how they actually are in real life, I should have known this, my parents act all goody good, but they aint. I’m the effect of their evilness, i am the result of their evilness. They gave me life, bathed me, clothed me, would it be too much for me to say they are evil? Like I said, I can’t see what’s not there, I have bipolar, not schizophrenia. I see evil, just like I see good, the apple is rotten from the inside out, there’s no way to be free of infections. We are all sinners, you and me.

People don’t act how they actually are in real life, this should go without saying, but do you know the extent of it? I think everyone’s got the inside and the outside wrong, they think what they see on the outside is the inside, but actually the inside is the outside. Do you know what that means? That means what they project, what they say, when they tell you, you are something you are not, but maybe that’s who they are. So, from who this person calls me to be, since that’s not me, it might actually be who he is.

It’s how a person uses his words, how a person insinuates, how a person sets up a situation to make it seem like a certain way, I always hated the word INCEL, but maybe you are involuntarily celibate. I have a life, this is my life. You, should go get some sex. Yes, sex. Or weed, whatever works for you, you know. Don’t be so uptight, come on. This is the life I have, it’s fun, I enjoy it, maybe you should enjoy yourself too.

B: People don’t act the way they actually are in real life, but is that really surprising? You can’t really be serious when you say you think things are how they seem to be, right? It’s not about your eyes, it's about your heart, what do you feel? What do you feel? Do you feel pain? Shame? Embarrassment? Do you feel hope, love, excitement? Do you feel anything at all? Or does everything have to be so spelt out for you, for you to understand? I can spell it out for you, I will spell it out for you. But you won’t listen, then don’t pretend you care. You don’t. Neither do I.

People don’t act the way they actually are in real life, why are you still surprised? Do you still have hope that there will be something on the inside, even though you see all these projections on the outside? That’d be delusional, I’m ugly, inside out. But the ugliness, is also beauty. It’s part of life, part of you, part of me, there’s no good or bad, only all or nothing, complete or incomplete, expressed or implied, if you don’t let it out, it will live inside you. Like it did with me, like it will do with you.