Disclaimer:

This article is not my typical artsy-poetic, bullshit article - this is about a subject I've found especially prevalent in my life these past few months. If you typically enjoy my usual metaphorical, "aesthetic-pleasing" pieces (whatever the hell that means) - I apologize my friend, but you'll just have to wait until next week - hopefully I'll have something better to say then, but even so I make no promises.

I've said it once, and I'll say it again -

I'm a walking conundrum.

So even if I have to use proper grammar to publish my writing on a fine, established blog-space, such as the Odyssey - you have to begin to assume that all of sentences end with imaginary question marks.

Got it?

Good?

Thanks for the read?

- CH?

Since I've started my freshman year of college, I've come to a conclusion that people watching might have become one of my favorite pastimes. It's not like I sit down and stare intentionally at people, it's not like the moisture in my eyes suddenly morphs into liquefied judgement that noticeably ripples down my cheeks.

I simply just find people fascinating.

I like to compare the color of the circles under their eyes - some have smudges that sort of resemble erased pencil markings on the bubble-in section of an exam. Others have sharpie marker scribbles staining every pore above their prominently defined cheekbones.

I also like to examine the way some people relax - some have still statues for legs, perfectly sculpted, standing stoically planted on whatever platform they please. Others have amphetamine-infused earthquakes for their lower bodies.

These are just some minor things I've seen; but you get the idea.

And what happens when you put the still and the shake together?

I saw how easily a person with statue legs can crack when in the presence of someone with earthquake thighs.

And I quickly gathered shortly after that moment, that someone who willies the ground using the dance in their feet will tremble even harder just to watch a concrete face turn to a dust of sheer annoyance.

It’s kind of interesting, don’t you think?

But in all actuality, although this is completely and utterly captivating – it’s kind of curiously disturbing.

So, since the beginning of my freshman year, I’ve been wondering why.

Why?

Why?

Why?

It’s dangerous, really.

See, when I inject questions into my veins, I never really become satisfied.

My real high comes from getting answers, and I'll do anything to get to that point

I’m pretty much a scientist addicted to finding out how something works.

So, I made two different people my subjects, and drew up a hypothesis and said to myself “we’ll see how this goes”.

In the process of observing such small case studies, I have witnessed the exchanges between my two subjects.

And yet now, once nearing the end of my first semester, I have finally decided to close my unsuccessful, yet, completely non-obtrusive observations.

See, I’ve concluded that both are guilty of complete judgement of the other.

Both roll their eyes upon meeting a different face with different coloured circles.

Both scoff at the others either eager or monotone voice.
Both hate one another’s music.

The way they eat.

The way they speak.

The way they write.

Hell, the way the another person breathes is just too nerve-racking for some.

Ha, I bet someone is reading this article right now saying – “Jeez, I wish Carly didn’t curse so much!”

Well damn, I just don’t know what to say anymore.

I bet someone else is gaining more meaning from this article from my potty-mouth.

So I guess you can wash my mouth out with soap, but ignoring the words would probably be easier.

It is so sad to me.

I simply do not understand how humans can be just so damn inhumane.

It's the same old shit people, I swear.

If you sleep too much - you're lazy.

If you sleep too little - you're insane.

If you eat too much - you're disgusting.

If you eat too little - you're repulsive.

If you express yourself through a messy room - you're a slob.

If you clean your space - you're anal.

You like having sex? Whore.

Don't like having sex? "Loosen up a little."

You don't drink? "God, it’s one shot - it won't kill you"

You do? "You're ruining your life, ya know?"

Prude.

Slut.

Obnoxious.

Loner.

Drunk.

Boring.

I cannot fathom enough how much this completely disgusts me.

I mean, why do we think it's okay to look at the outer layer of others and decide what's brewing inside, when in all reality, it's probably no different than what’s stirring beneath our own skin?

Let us take a moment and reflect, shall we?

Actually, I'm going to do the same.

But stay tuned - We’ll keep in touch.

‘Til next time.

- CH?