I feel I'll never understand the appeal of lipstick. I have a theory that it only works for people with perfect teeth, making it the primary reason I avoid it, although I do admire people who make it work.
Thoughts like this branch out. I think it makes me bad at articulating, particularly expressing my main point. I noticed I know how to make a great hook, but then everything else is terrible, which makes having a hook nearly pointless. I grab everyone's attention and can't maintain it. Not that I would even want the attention in that sort of way.
(Just now, straying away from the main point)
I'm stupidly fascinated that each human is intricately unique rather than identical pieces; that you like lipstick and I don't. That I like a maximum of one event per day and you don't like your life so unscheduled. That, at the end of the semester, the trash of rich white girls became our prized rewards. That my consuming anxieties about life aren't even given second thoughts to you in your life. That your friend you like and your partner you like don't like each other. Why weren't we made identical? Wouldn't it significantly reduce interpersonal issues and conflict with social norms?
Not saying I'm advocating it, I'm just wondering.
