Which One Is More Of A Stranger?

Stuck in this endless cycle of trying to figure out if my mind is escaping me or I am escaping it. The colors are all wrong and the distances seem to be vacillating between near and far. I wake up. -http://roundwon.blogspot.com

I woke up because the sun was blaring through my windows and my head was pounding as if a bulldozer had slammed me over the head numerous times. I looked to my left and a guy hugging my favorite pillow was soundly asleep. WHO THE FUCK WAS THIS GUY? Instead of being awkward, I woke up him. He startled for a second, then smirked while he said "again?" I laughed and agreed, it's vacation, fuck it.

We laid there after learning each others names and talking about our previous night adventures. Who remembered more was the main part of our story. But then I saw it-- a fly sitting on the wall. A small part of me felt invaded. "Kill the fly," I said to my "stranger" boy.

"By the time I get up it will be gone," He replied.

Just then I realized he was lazy like most of the human race. Too lazy to get up and try. So instead I got up and slowly started walking towards the fly on the wall. I grabbed my sandal on the floor because I had one target on my mind. When I got over to the wall, it was still there. Up pretty high, I realized I would have to jump. Without hesitation I jumped off my feet and swatted it with my sandal. It's guts now replaced what was the fly on the wall. I turned around and looked at the lazy stranger boy and said, "You can go now."

Different Shoes, Same Path

Everyone has heard the myth when you die your life will flash before your eyes. People do not realize this happens on a daily basis; Moments in time from your past constantly flash before you because a certain instance, smell, or feeling flashes you back to a memory. 

Since we were little we have been taught from our parents that we cannot talk to strangers, instilling this fear that everyone is evil. But in reality they make up our world around us, they are unavoidable. When walking on a busy street, sitting on a bus, or sitting on a subway, it impossible not to see an unfamiliar face. People say they don't trust anyone because the closest people in their lives have hurt them, yet we put trust in strangers on a constant basis. The decisions we make every day deal with a random person we have to face: As we get into a car, whether we are the driver or the passenger, we give trust to go where ever we need to be, automatically having faith another person won't crash into us; As we ride on the Subway we believe we will make it to the next stop without being harmed. Humanity isn't as broken as the news perceives it. The government wants us to live in fear of other people instead of embracing the good together. Constantly they instill dreadful memories from the past making sure it will be taught in school and never forgotten to keep the fear alive. If the news stopped promoting destruction and instead showed what good people were doing for their communities would there be as much hate in the world as there is today? Sick people kill and harm others because they crave attention for the media and they get their type of “fame”. We should train the government like we train our dogs—positive reinforcement works.