people are just weird. it’s that easy and that complex. we have issues, quirks, lows, eccentricities, facial tics, loves in our hearts.
it’s increasingly less easy to be yourself in the face of social media everything. we gram our breakfasts, twitter our inane thoughts, tumblr our feelings, and FB our relationships in whatever flavor those are at any given time.
it’s a mess, it’s a jumble, and how can we not slip and stumble?
just know that there are all these other weirdos out in the world doing similarly strange things, photographing crazy stuff at oblong angles, and at times stating too much to the wrong people.
why even try to wrap your head around it, when we get lost in the fray and therein lies the beauty of discovery. it’s in what you make of it where it’ll all come together.