[2014.02.25] Shallow.

The world has more significant things to deal with than my boy troubles.

I am so ignorant to others and I wish it weren't so, but I can't physically bring myself to be interested sometimes. There are times where, even though I had a bad day and I'm feeling down, talking about cute boys excite me and bring me an inner joy I forgot lived there.

Isn't that shallow? Shouldn't I be excited for more interesting things that do not revolve around me and my life?

Sigh.

My shallow being is despicable, but it's who I am.