Outside Looking In

I am endlessly fascinated by the social interactions of those who surround me. I suspect this is a result of my lack of socialization skills and my profound ability to observe everyone else from a distance. They fake smiles, laughter, relationships so that they can feel as though they belong for a split second. I never understood the phenomenon, to pretend to be happy when I could not even fathom the sentiment. People do not want to socialize with someone who cannot pretend, and so I've learned to observe. Looking in on everyone faking their way through life with people who, in reality, they cannot stand. They are people made of brick... Staying intact when thrown to the ground, but the wear becomes apparent over time. Houses collapse, foundations crack and bridges fall, that is when you see who they are on the inside.