They are everywhere, they have their own thoughts, their own opinions, they tell stories about their lives and try to get you to see the world like they do.
But how many of their opinions are actually theirs, how many times do they actually stop to think and ask the question of themselves, what do I think?
Joe paused and looked up and down the beach, looked at the crowds hiding the sand, he took a deep breath and looked his girlfriend in the eye, swallowed and forced the words out. ‘One of the top five beaches in Greece? Really, do you really think that this is beautiful?’
And that was it, he knew it was over, she had tried hard, tried to make an effort and make the holiday nice, but this was too much for him. They were just different. She walked off and he tried to sit down and look out to the sea, but he was too close to the fat German couple for comfort. He walked off in the opposite direction from his girlfriend.
Fuck it, he thought to himself, at least I can say I was there.
Life From the Dirt 