Randomness

[to the reader…you won’t understand a thing about what I wrote. When you’ll finish this you’ll only think that I’m crazy and weird. But maybe that’s my point. You are weird ‘cause you can’t understand and I’m weird cause I wrote something you can’t understand. So…we’re even]

There’s always a thing that makes you special, unique, different from the others. Or just weird.
Look around. What do you see? Random people walking on the streets, right? Well…you’re wrong. They aren’t JUST random people. Take ‘that’ man as an example, the one in a black suit with a white blouse and black shoes. By what he’s wearing you’ll think he’s either a business man or mafia’s head. By the looks, such a muscular man you’ll think he’s a gangster with muscles instead of brain. Wrong. He’s just a seller, since he just closed the nearby market, and he’s really polite as he helped an old lady cross the street. Conclusion he’s a mannered seller.
Ex. 2: the young looking lady across the street. By her looks you’ll say she’s in her 20’s. By how she acts you’ll say she’ll be an actress. Wrong again. She’s 42 y.o, as I read when she took out her wallet and saw her ID, and she’s a stylist, since she was speaking with her friends what she’ll do tomorrow at work.
Everybody is unique in their own way of being, of acting, of eating or just living their life. An that’s not such a…
OMO…an UFO!!
I have to go now. I’ll continue after I hide from that huge UFO.