An External Illusion

No one is perfect. Everyone knows that, but I don't think that it's actually sunk in for the vast majority of people. It hasn't really for me.

List as many people as you can. Friends, family, work mates, school mates, whatever; just list them. Now picture them all, what their day is like. Seriously, stop reading and do it, if just for one or two people. [I'm not kidding here, go on.] [Seriously, fuck off and do it.]

Now that you have [/glares] done so, what was it like?? The way you imagined their life, I mean?? It was happy wasn't it?? Had some sort of romanticised, ideal undertones, at the very least. I can't prove your vision was, but I know that whenever I imagine anyone elses life, it's always happy, and there isn't really anything wrong with it, even if I know otherwise. And I have this nagging suspicion that I'm not the only person who does this.

But why do I [or you for that matter] do that?? I'm sure there's some fancily-worded "phenomena" somewhere in my psyche textbook, but those explanations never really mean anything. They explain what people do, even why they do it, but they don't explain why people are like that. They just can't; no one has those answers. People do what they do, and we can't ever really understand them.

Such is life.