When does all this talking down get boring and tiresome? Hours spent just pointing out what is wrong and what is right. This is wrong. It's not. Yes, it is right. This is right. It is. No, it is wrong. We're not in this all alone, though I sometimes wish I were. You got it figured out, got it jotted down, just got to know it all and judge it all. Listen up, I've had it with all these rules. Wagging fingers all along, won't it ever stop? So, listen up guys, this is not some kind of all-encompassing moral code of conduct. We're not in the army or in church for that matter. Speaking of matter, grey matter in this case: Make up your own mind, don't try to make up mine. We might share our thoughts, we might agree or disagree. We might still be friends - or maybe not. What is mine might not be yours, what is yours might not be mine.
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