There are few things I can't fake. This is one of them.

I've never felt anchored to all of this. It's impossible for me to understand, to fully integrate wholly into this world. I'm not sure what I'd attribute it to, but it's the ultimate form of compliance to just... accept it all.

How does one live with such primal and simple pleasures? We continue our extended rat-race, and pass the baton off to the next generation, and repeat the perpetual cycle of nothingness. We seek our intrinsically meaningless pleasures, stretch for fleeting statuses... all for what?

It's not the acceptance of the fact. I suppose I've managed to camouflage, and have taken sanctity in certain activities as well. But is there no realization of what lies beyond our narrow scopes?

Man was given the enormous freedom to ponder. However, we ignore this fact, and continue our blind course.

I go through the motions, save-face, and put on the charade of similitude. But frankly, it takes effort that I just wish I didn't have to utilize. There's no heart for me here.

Everyone's rooted, and I was dug up a long time ago.

From my Junior year blog:

JNH (N, V)- A chameleon like creature from the depths of Southern Sri Lanka, with the unique ability to blend into any surface or background. Used as a mild insult towards strangers.

In verb form: The act of being neither of the extremes, but stepping away from the line altogether, and being an outlier.