Just some philosophical bullshit that got stuck in my mind recently.. Don't think too much of it. WARNING: Profanity used more than a stout sailor of the Titanic when it crashed into a stupid iceberg.

Every time I look down the halls of my school, there's obviously some people walking about. Well damn, I feel like fucking Sherlock now. Of course there will be people constantly using the shitty hallways that janitors sweep daily.  More obvious things to point out? These hallways lead to classrooms and lockers! Woah I can use some pretty crappy sarcasm here! Now to the main point.

You're probably wondering: Why the fuck does this crazy perverted kid have something to say about hallways? What's so significant? Is he just retarded?

Well.. If you had at least one of those three thoughts, it can't be helped. I do admit that I have a tendency of talking about random shit (as you may have noticed).

Consider the following: Everyone is traveling through the hallways in order to get to their own destination. An end point. A goal. Whatever. However, there are times where people would get in each others' way in order to get to where they want or need to go. Maybe it's something small and harmless like randomly cutting across the hall to get to the other side while getting in someone's way or doing a horrible job at weaving through the crowds. Maybe it's something worse like shoving other's around or starting a little street fighter tourney in the middle of the halls. 

Yeah.. I'm just stating miscellaneous facts here. What do I think of it?

1: Every time I look down the hall, I wonder as I gaze from each individual person- Will you prevent me from getting to where I need to go? Or will you be a nice person and let me pass?

2: Will I slow down or block a person from getting to where they need or want to be? Or will I be a gentleman and step aside for them at the cost of wasting slightly more time?

3: Well damn, my thoughts are quite twisted.

4: Why do my classrooms have to be on the opposite sides of the school?

Want an ending to this segment? Well here it is.

Conclusion: I love cake.

Not satisfied? Well my bad.

Better Conclusion: I love chocolate cake.