thebubbledpeople
A situation of sorts arises when two people start a sentence at the same second in time and neither of them know whether to courteously stop or whether to complete the words hanging by the curl of their tongue. To provide the tongue with satisfaction is something that one can rarely sideline. But a situation of sorts arises when an overweight person looks at a plate of food and feels guilty about every tiny morsel the mouth innocently desires to gnaw on. But once it’s done, it’s done and that’s that.
But a situation of sorts arises when an uneducated inferior feeling individual stands feebly amongst the rich. Is being rich equivalent to being educated? Ask this meagre man who perhaps has a much better understanding of life than me who is sitting on an aircraft and typing this out on a metallic piece of technological intelligence.
Bubbled people.
A situation of sorts arises when one is completely unaware about the reality of this dichotomy. The bubbled people sway, love, grab and blame as they please. But where do these bubbled people exist?
Look beside you, above you, below you, inside you and you are sure to encounter more than many if you really dare to look. But a situation of sorts arises when you realise that the whole dumb ass world is inside a huge fucking bubble.
Because bubbles pop.
