Wherefore art thou?

~ Happy endings happen all the time (Lee Brice)

You see, the best ideas come when you least expect them to. And mark my words, pen them down, or you'll regret it in about an hour, and then forget to regret that decision (or lack thereof) a year from that moment.

But this? This is just going to be one of those ramblings of a chaotic mind, one that is filled with hypotheticals and questions, and wait, did I mention hypotheticals? 

You see, in a world where it takes ages to figure out who you are, who you want to be, and why you want to be who you want to be (assuming you do want to have a reason to be), it's hard to figure out why people are who they are as well. Me, I don't know why the stranger smiled across the mall, why an avid texter stopped texting, or why he smiled when I called him a retard. I was being sincere, believe you me. 

Sure, I can assume, and I can make presumptions based on what I already know (or in some cases, will get to know) of these people; but I'll never know how true these ideas are. Even if it is confirmed by said person, how am I to know it is not just a front? The preconceived notion is that truth is like a printed text, and lies a fluorescent highlighter. In the beginning lost in an array of information, but any attempt to hide it will just attract attention towards it. But what if the entire page is in an anagram? A code? Or what if it's the footnotes that are highlighted? 

A mask on a mask on a mask on a mask. That seems to be most of life these days. Even to the most trained of eyes, not all masks are transparent. 

But what if? What if shows like Lie To Me has it pegged down? What if there really is a science? What if we can all read people as well as we read books? Will we just ignore what someone really is about (with the same nonchalance that we treat books with) or will we choose to peruse to our hearts' content? Is it even a good idea to know people that well? What then happens to the mystery of life? What happens to privacy? Would this just push people to embrace uniqueness or will it result in pervasive homogeneity in today's society? 

I don't have the answers. How can I, when I don't even know if these are the right questions. Is there even such a thing as a right question? (No, that is not a stupid question. At least, I hope not.... >.<)

Scrambled brains thanks to sleep. Ironically, slept because I was so tired I couldn't think.... 

On a happier note, maybe from tomorrow the posts will be lighter. Writing these stuff makes me think. And I (capitalised both because it is grammatically correct to do so and for the emphasis :D) should not be thinking.   My brain's too busy zoning out, thank you very much. 

P.S. I miss walking around aimlessly in Singapore. I probably look like a creepy stalker doing it here. As people repeatedly remind me, I'm at an age where all secondary school kids call me "big sister", and you have no idea how weird that feels. Especially when I'm so used to being the younger one wherever I go around here. But that's years ago and it's time to grow old. (And I used old because I don't think I will ever grow up... Denials of a 19-year-old)

~ Because you made me wonder why you are who you are, and why you treat me the way you do, even if I may never find the answer....