Because life is astonishingly random, and I, for one, still haven't acclimated myself to it. Odd things strike me as odd. For instance: Why am I me and not someone else? Not that I begrudge my identity; just sometimes I walk past a tree and wonder why it is that I am not a tree, and the tree is not me. Secretly, I suspect that other people besides me secretly entertain similar wonderments and weirdnesses. So why do we spend our entire lives pretending to be normal?
The day I decided to stop pretending is the day I decided to start this blog.
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