Do we reproduce in our own amount to fill this world. So we’d have people, people to harm to hurt to hit to hurl. Do we buy the newspapers every morning so we’d have stories to make us feel so seized with fear, afraid leave our homes, that a date might end in rape, that a father might sexually assault his daughter, that a son might kill his mother, that a gang might murder another, that another plane might crash into a tower, that yet another bomb blast might occur. Do we splash our cash on branded products so that the children in Thailand continue to suffer, the women in china continue to work long hours for a dollar; while the mighty big corporations grin in glee, clutching on tightly to thick wads of u.s. dollar bills. Do we study hard to get a degree, to get a job, to get a husband, to get married, to get children; whom we will push to the limit to study even harder, to attain: a better degree, a better job, a better husband, a better marriage, and possibly better genetically-designed children? Do we lament and moan about the sad existence of our lonely lives. So we’d have people to come up to ask ‘what’s wrong?’ and hold your hand so you wont cry, while we selfishly think the world revolves around our frail weak-minded pathetic body, while billions of others have no food, no water, no education, no legs, no hands, no sight, no hearing, no rights, no hope, no love, no care? Do we analyse what people do or say to us in nitty gritty detail. So we’d have the chance to curl up in a corner and want to die because we self-centeredly conclude this person doesn’t like us and that person doesn’t like us. Do we shout and scream at our parents and bang the bedroom door in their faces so we’d get a later curfew, more drinks more drugs more freedom. Do we act cool and pretend to be someone we’re not, so we’d fit in like a glove and conform to follow blindly so that the others might not speak against you. Do we speak ill and spread malicious gossip about other people. So we’d feel powerful for once because we are deep down insecure. Do we even give a fuck about anyone else aside from our precious precious selves, so we’d fit in, belong, blend in and become a happy part of an ugly, monotonous cold and competitive self-fulfilling society.