There’s something alike china in Russia, here in St Petersburg. The walking of people and the massiveness of crowd engaging outside of the Moscow Railway Station.
I always feel an impulse killing me when I’m alone, it’s a periodic thing, it’ll strike time by time, as long as I got my sight interlaced with others. The fear of being stared is something I can’t control, till now I still can’t understand why people are staring at me or either just watching me when i’m passed by.
I guess the most unpredictable thing about human many be each other can’t read their minds, we’re born to be dwelling in our own world.
It’s strange, I can never understand what those other people thinking in their minds, it’s so hard to get what their worlds are like.
Socializing requires minds-reading ability, you can’t literally read minds, but you can react after reactions, follow other people’s leads and strike when is needed. I think some people are doing swell in this, personally, I can do this but it’s tiresome for me to keep doing it along. I long for the ability to read minds, the ability to understand others’ hearts saying, what they want, what they are thinking, what they concern, what their secrets are… It’s thrilling to read minds, figuratively.
