Leave the door open...

I don't know that we are actually human at this point, those of us who are like most of us, who grew up with TV and movies and now the internet. If we are betrayed, we know the words to say; when a loved one dies, we how to react. If we want to play the stud or the smart-ass or the fool, we already know the words. We are all working from the same dog-eared script. It's a very difficult era in which to be a person, just a real, actual person, instead of a collection of personality traits selected from an endless automat of characters. It has gotten to the point where it seems like nothing matters, because I'm not a real person and neither is anyone else. I would do anything to feel real again.