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The same things again!

So finally today I really get to talk to someone apparently nothing like me...but as and when I spoke to the fellow...turned out I could relate to too many things...felt nice for sure...'to be able to relate' to someone...the things the person knew was into were impressive...as far as my view point goes definitely better than a lot of other people around me... who seem to be normal...going about every activity like that was all there was to think about...'TRIVIA' ... especially when it comes to some other things to think and ponder over...much important things I would say...
...and then that whole "PRETENSE" crap! gawd....wherever is the world going with all that??
Pretenses and no pretenses the rules and the rule breakers...'anti-establishment'...why can't someone just simplify things for me??
Define, provide lucid explanations of all such words! So that I know black from white and then still choose to remain in my "greys"...

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