What IS the matter with people?
Why can't they ever be content with the way things are? Why can't they ever appreciate the GOOD things and shove the rest to the back? Why can't they SILENTLY analyse the cause of the not-so-good things in their lives (if they HAVE to think about it)? Why do they have to burden their friends/family/strangers they meet on public buses or even non-living books and guitars with their worries? Why do people have to "vent out" their ever so complicated feelings? Why do they have to subject unwanted on-lookers to stories of their (apparently) miserable lives? Why can't they let go? Why do they make complete idiots of themselves by trusting someone enough to confide in them and that they won't get bored, while unknowingly risking the same people heave a sigh of relief everytime they manage a conversation without complaints? Why do they have "Rant blogs" and even NAME them so? Why do they wallow in self-pity and expect (rather, want) others to pity them as well? Why do they breakdown at the slightest provocation and label themselves 'sensitive' instead of calling themselves fools? Why do people use the word 'emo' (this is honestly beyond me!)?
Why? Why do they never cease to complain? Why can't they just be alright, if not happy and stop whining, if not start smiling?
