To be subjected.

the people around me have amusing things to say, i've recently developed a habit of taking them down, and not only mentally. sometimes funny, sometimes clever, sometimes insanely depressing... whether subconsciously or very consciously, for dramatic purposes or not. We either talk or think. not that we live to do one or the other but the reverse isn't exactly accurate either. i'm beginning to realise, contrary to descartes, we sometimes think in order not to be. granted, the human thought process is complicated, even more so in these formative years of our lives. thoughts are unbounded, in the fact that no one could ever understand the specifics of your every impression. at times i feel compassion does not exist, we do good to feel good about ourselves. we ourselves, like our thoughts, are unbounded, without the means of intrasubjectivity.

i think growing up only proves that even lesser things are concrete.
Guess for now.. "Er, hello poly life. I heard you'd be friendly to young kids like me."