Forcing people into boxes... not exactly my idea of fun. 

Forcing people into metaphorical boxes, however, is quite different – not to mention interesting. 

It's honestly... quite amusing, to see how different people react. 

Some people? They scream and beg to be let out. 

Others will try to work their way out, to gain enough trust and respect to be let out from their prison. 

Still more will sit in silence, and do nothing. 

And a small percentage will try to fix whatever got them into the prison in the first place. 

Of course, that's excluding hypotheticals, reality-bending scenarios, and complete and utter fiction. 

Some things will just never happen, no matter how badly you want them. 

To me, the worst kind is the ones who try to talk their way out. 

They're in prison for a reason, so why should saying something get them out? For all we know, they're bluffing. They're just saying some meaningless sounds, doing some meaningless actions, so we can think they've changed, so they can go back to being terrible, hypocritical, rude, insensitive, whatever. 

At least you can respect them for trying. 

Scratch that, the worst people are the ones who don't even try. 

Just... not trying, not to change, not to do anything. 

Because... why even exist, if you're just an empty shell that obeys every order of others?

There's no reason in that. Nothing lasts forever, and everything's fated to end. Sure, people may think, "So what's the point of doing anything, if no one will remember it in the end?" I say it doesn't work that way. Because even if it doesn't last forever, you can still affect someone with it, in the short time you're here. 

I mean, of course, it'll fade with time, but... 

Even time itself fades. 

That's really the worst that could happen, that everything will fade. 

Unless you don't try. 

Not trying doesn't give time a thing to erase, not trying makes everything meaningless. 

But... that's what we do. 

We make meaning out of meaningless things. If you say everything is meaningless, I say it's wrong. 

You'll find meaning. 

Of something. 

Someday. 

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here, have me feeling done with the human race and two people in particular at 8:30, put together into a formatted ramble

Edit: when you realise you probably sound really hecking old or maybe even immortal: