Isn'T It Strange

Isn’t it strange how one day we love someone and the next we hate them, how we surround ourselves with a few people that are exact replicas of ourselves and push everyone else away, how we try ridiculously hard to pretend we want to be different when the truth is we’re actually in search of our niche. Isn’t it strange how we remember all the bad things but forget the happy times, how we dig a hole to bury the hurt but end up burying the peace, how we try to fix the world but often aide in its destruction. Isn’t it strange how we try to tell the world who we are while at the same time trying to hide it, how we always say that we don’t care what others think and yet deep down it stabs, how no matter how many times we say the phrase ‘Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me’ words always make deeper wounds that take longer to heal. Isn’t it strange how often our heart and head argue, how we love the wrong person, how we think we’ve chosen the safe path and then it turns out to be completely covered in traps. Isn’t it strange that even when ‘everything’ is laid out in the open ‘everything’ really isn’t everything, how we try so hard not to hurt others feelings and then do stupid crap like talking about them, how we trust the wrong people quickly while it takes forever to trust the trustworthy. Isn’t it strange how you will read this and probably agree with every word and then toss it aside as though it was never written.