christmas is comming. book now to avoid disappointment

you will always hear people speaking about real: real life, real images, real words. we use the word real to describe a feeling, an emotion something manages to convey.

i find it hard to consider some people real. they exist, they are flesh and bones. they're not selling an image thay they can't quite grasp. i don't think they are even intentionally evil.

i wouldn't call them misguided as they are not even interested in owining a direction in life. they easely get sidetracked by glittery objects they see on the way. they change sides faster than cars change lanes, they have opinions about everything but they know mostly nothing for sure.

the devil would have a problem with them as they have nothing to sell.

they are not sheep as they don't blindly fallow. they are not what you would in one word describe as a buffallo. they are not simple.

i guess that that in the end i see them as broken promisses. the spectacular wrapping of a knitted christmas present. you will wear it and it is nice, but god, by the way the package looked it should have had wings and sang.