Isn’t it strange that in the middle class western world, humans can so easily become attached to mere objects? I swear that some people are so attached to material things, that they don’t even realize that this love is unrequited. There are so many humans on Earth, yet we struggle to communicate our emotions towards actual people. We have too much love to give, and little time to learn how to use it. We become addicted to things (fast food, diet trends, cigarettes and reality t.v) but we rarely become addicted to each other. Lately, I think about my appearance more than I think about the weather. And I feel older, more knowledgeable, but I’m still trying harder.