#obversation

The biggest problem in our generation is that we look at people who have different opinions and think we can never be friends with them.

I really like watching people draw and write. I don't know I mean, it's like a really beautiful process you know? How words or a picture can move from a vision in someone's head, like a thought and then move from their mind to the skills in their hands, through the implement and onto paper or canvas. I also like how people hold their pencils, pens, marker, paintbrushes or whatever else, because everyone holds them slightly or significantly different from each other. Their strokes move in different patterns to create a persons signature style. You can watch the ideas turning in their heads by the hesitation and quickness of their markings. It's always been fascinating to me.

I watched Naths twitcam on youtube last night because i missed it when he did it. Its crazy how different he is when hes with his family, compared to how he is with the boys. I realised how WEIRD he is! And how nervous he gets, like he rambles on. And hes WAY dependant on his sister and his mum when hes home, its soooo sweet! Whereas if hes with the boys, hes quite cocky (like a 19yearold) AW, BABY NAYF.

I hate seeing people eat alone; they make look fine at a glance but if you take the time to look at their facial expression you can see the cracks in that artificial mask they put up. Now not to say that there aren't people who enjoy eating alone but for the most part I'm sure they would enjoy some company. Now why are you sitting here alone trying to make it seem like you're okay? It gets tiring putting up this facade so sooner or later their entire expression would just completely drop. What's going through your mind? What thoughts are consuming you just like the way you are consuming your food? The food is bland here, is it because you don't have someone to share it with? Or is this a place a memory of someone who was a significant part of your life but is no longer in your life? The man in business attire from top to bottom who sits alone in the diner or the elderly person who doesn't look so happy not being able to share this moment with someone. Different generations but I'm sure the thoughts run the same; I'm alone. I may be successful or may have lived a long life but what's the point if I have no one to share it with?