Dash, dash, dash.

Hm. I dunno what to say. Should I say anything at all? Should I dare speak out? I dunno. I don't know anything, I suppose. I never have, and I never will for the simple reason that to know something is to recognize it as a static being. And we are not static beings.
We are ever changing.
Change is such a commonplace word, isn't it? It's all about change. Always. Oh, we want this to happen. Oh, let's change it. Let's stand up for ourselves. But is it really that we feel offended when someone opposes us, or do we really just want the credit? Nowadays, it seems particularly "cool" to speak your mind. It seems "cool" to be pro-gay, pro-choice, pro-human rights.
Not that I am against or promoting against these things. I am all of those things, I suppose. It just seems like EVERYONE is promoting those things just so they have something to say to other people when they meet over coffee.
Not that many people like coffee to begin with, but you get the idea. It's all about what you can say about yourself.
I hate talking about myself. I really do.
Oh, my favorite colors are black, gray and white, unless you don't consider those colors in which case it's green and you'd be wrong because those are colors.
Oh, I enjoy existentialism.
I'm atheist.
I'm Mexican.
All...seemingly irrelevant to the situation. But they're not.
They're really not.
All the smallest things are important.
Your background, what you like. It's all important.
All of it and we don't realize it. And we just ignore those things. And we shouldn't.
But most of the things we should do, we don't. And that's just how it is.

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