I hate obviousness. During Highschool I pondered why people would say anything that's obvious. Things that don't matter, like, "Did you get new lip gloss? I like Mac too". What ran through my mind was "So what bitch?" but instead I cooperatively replied with nonsense paramount to hers, since I do not enjoy disturbing innocent people. During those years my superficial skills at blabbing improved, but I became more judgmental. 

I don't even laugh at obvious things. I wish I could but I can't. My life would definitely be easier if I could. But instead I grew to laugh at those who laugh at obvious things, or even those who explicitly laugh at people who laugh at obvious things. 

My life is complicated and I want it to untangle soon. 

After my German test yesterday, I granted myself some free time to wander around and shop for clothes.
I used to live around Hongdae area from 5th grade to middle school but ever since I moved it has become a special place to visit once in a while.

I went in a shop to buy something and the employee there looked strangely familiar. However, due to my introverted personality I have gradually grown to avoid talking to strangers because I think it reflects one's stupidity and lack of integrity unless you can feel it's destined.

But it turned out that he was the guy I thought he was. He recognized me too. We were in elementary school together. But I wish I had not met him.He looked way too similar from 10 years ago. It seemed as if he was a hobbit decendent or inherited midget genes. His face and his height and everything else had seemed to have been retained, which was a sad sight for such a nice weather.

He used to be a mysterious boy. I had liked him for a short period. I thought he was good looking back then. But being in 6th grade, I had more to be concerned with than... boys. So we weren't really close.

I was so disillusioned. When I see people with no progress, or worse, who retrogress, make me emotionally detached from them. He started talking about the same boys he hung out with 10 years ago, obviously stuck in the past. I love old friends too but he's in the same neighborhood, still stupid, and has not physically grown.

Past-oriented people. They love talking about the good old days. And for some reason I cannot bear with it.