I haven't posted in ages. I've not much to say to you except that I want to talk to you about a problem that has been interfering with my life, and it's not even myself that has the problem.
A person can become a stranger when they're intoxicated around other people. Now, he's a stranger to everyone, all the time. He's a stranger in his own home, and because he's always a stranger to everybody, I've no care in the world for him. I don't understand a stranger's logic, and that's probably because he's fully formed into a stranger. I do not know a stranger, his friends, his family, or whether he has any. I do not know if a stranger loves or even can love. I do not know a stranger's world, but I don't want to anyway because I don't care for strangers. All I know is that my world keeps spinning, and strangers might as well not even exist. I do not know a stranger at all.