Swimming in the Legion of Social Outcasts.

Lately, I've been wondering if I am living in my own little bubble, waiting to be burst. Or hiding under the huge rock. Or in my little hermit shell.

I know Man, in general, are selfish.

But never have I in my entire life, seen the beyond-pathetic side of his for-thyself behaviour. Till yesterday. Suddenly it's all about me isn't it? I. Myself. Saya. Wo. Perhaps it was never 'suddenly'. It is just that the collective noun does not exist in their DNA.

It's never about us. It's hardly about them. It's always about me.

I'm not one to judge because I can be guilty of that sometimes. Hey, everyone is. Yet just sitting down there, I was utterly disgusted to see these people killing each other, becoming emotional and basically losing themselves. It was like a virtual participation in The Lord of the Flies. On other days, life was like a live version of Survivor sans the video camera. Except there is no prize winner. And don't get me started on the superiors.

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I miss my Milo peng. I don't know what else to talk about. I need to sleep.
Yours truly.

[Earwax]: Bell X1: Eve, The Apple of My Eye