The Shell. The Substance.

For me the outer appearance is quite close to being as significant as the substance. A book needs an attractive coat, the wrapper to be as fine as the candy, an essay with a nice font but thankfully this is limited to only entities. People have a different story to them.

I love to analyze people and perhaps I do so subconsciously but I still do. The lifestyle they lead, choices they make, words they speak, and most importantly how they appear and how they really are. Sometimes I surprise myself at the depth I can look inside a person and not at all the creepy way. I am talking about normal, everyday life and how people deal and approach each throw of life; whether they catch it, drop it or misfield.

We all want others to be like us. Walk the same pace as us, like the same color as us, have the same taste or posses the same attitude. How often did we want to give a makeover to those around us; a facelift of their approach and opinion? The simple reason is that we want clones of ourselves, well not all the time, only on those occasions where others’ style and slant start to provoke ours. We all accept and acknowledge diversity but when your ideas and thoughts are clashed by someone else’s, its all about how strange that other person is and how quickly can they be transformed them into a ‘you’.

While some want to show their lifestyle off in want of appreciation, others showcase their talent for whatever skill they posses. Then there are those who take the high road and appear to be the most easy-going, nonchalant chaps. We all know each person has a singular, obscure story hidden somewhere in them. No need for judgment because after all each of us is trying to appear in society, an implicit rule being followed.

It has on many occasions really annoyed me when I see people act different than they usually do; talk like they want to be heard, laugh at the instances they usually wouldn’t, pretend where they do not have to. This is not a bold statement nor an accusation, just an observation. Then I realize that I too go about doing things that are expected, not wanted by me at times. Whatever the reason may be, at the end we mark our territory and stay within our comfort zone.