Being specific is difficult. It’s hard to determine exactly what I want, what I feel, what I need, what I do not need, what I’ll eat, what I will not eat, what I see, what I think I see, what I wish to see, what I will write about, what I will not write about, etc. It’s complicated; it’s difficult; it’s hard.
Sometimes I think I am being specific; then, I realize that I am being quite vague. Sometimes I pretend to be specific; to hide behind a façade.
Yes, sometimes I think that I am being specific; then, I realize that I am being quite vague. Then there are also times when I pretend to be specific to hide something away. The most complicated, and frustrating, aspect about pretending to be specific is that, even when the mask is lifted, it’s still difficult; it’s still hard; it’s still a challenge to be specific.
Is this specific to the human race?