In a tiny nutty shell

What is it about watching other people that makes it feel so necessary to throw in personal commentary on every aspect of their doings? Doesn’t my brain understand that if I sit here and judge everyone else, there is bound to be someone doing the exact same thing to me? And yet, people watching makes me feel sneaky and cool. I can finaly sit alone in the dinning hall and not feel like I’m an outcast because I have a secret agenda that no one else knows about. I feel like I deserve a gold start when I capture a person on paper and they have no idea.