​It’s my bubble of hypocrisy

It’s always “I don’t care.” I don’t care to think. I don’t care to challenge myself. I don’t care to challenge what I’m told. I don’t care to learn. I’ve blown this bubble myself, you see. Now I don’t need to do anything else. Don’t pop it. I’ve worked so hard to reinforce it and everything.

I don’t need to understand that to live in this bubble. It takes work to learn that. To try and read a publicly available study with citation counts and independent studies from different people with no relation that confirm the study in their abstract. When I could think, “well why do you agree?” and then continue read through the pages trying deciphering another discipline for the sake of a question I asked myself.

There’s this guy on my side of the table that says other things I like too because those things feel right to me. They reinforce this bubble I’ve blown myself, you see. Since he says it I’m gonna believe him. You should read his sources and get back to me. Yeah I haven’t read them. I don’t know, I believe him. He doesn’t lie. Sorry guy, I can’t help you. I’ve gotten so uncomfortable now. I think I need to go away for a bit. I don’t like feeling uncomfortable here. It’s my bubble after all.

Thanks for reading, it’s my first time writing here. This was pretty much lifted from my journal today.