I wish I knew

how it is people can choose to make their own lives difficult and turn it all around the next moment, claiming that they are indeed the "victims" of the whole fiasco. There's always a choice, young jedi.

Perhaps their perception of right and wrong is different from mine. Perhaps I'm once again being too idealistic. Perhaps the moon really is made up of cheese and oh, how delicious it would be to eat.

I really wish I knew.

In the meantime though, I'll just roll with these punches that you keep throwing. Maybe, just maybe, someday you will finally know.