Penny for your thoughts

Listeners and talkers. Does that really exist? Isn't it more like talkers and pretend to be listeners?
Our opinions of ourselves is the number one thing that matters.
Because our view of ourselves is how we display ourselves. A loser is only a loser if his influenced by others to think his one. Yet, there comes a point where I wonder if we ever really listen to anyone but ourselves.
Maybe it's characteristics, but wouldn't you rather talk then listen? Even if you're shy, the moments you do talk, aren't they more enjoyable then the momenta you listen to the people round you?
That's a point, yet know we all listen. Some do it better then others. We all listen to learn, to discover, to meet new people. How else would we know our friends, our family?
Isn't there a catch though? Whether we listen to a person in depth, everyday even, will we still know what's the persons definition? Don't we all portray different masks in different lights?
That's not to say a person doesn't show themselves out there, but in a way, we sort of don't.
Every thought defines you, but we don't always say them.
I wonder, how much could we truly shine ourselves. How much could we display for others to understand? Even if they will see and read a persons thoughts, would that make them understand the person, or judge him more?
It's a never endless cycle of questions I don't know why I bother to ask.
The person who knows you best is you. We are all born alone, and the die the same.
Then why is it we seek human companionship? Why do we relay on each other to be there, and any life isn't worth living without a loved one? The ironic thing is, we seek a human touch and yet we never fully trust it. We never truly bare ourselves or expose, because it will only deem us as weak when in reality, we all seek the same thing.
Maybe only a mind reader could really fully know a person, and yet maybe the can't.

I'm Kelly, and yet who am I?

For the record..

Previous post is done at four am, and Im not tired at all.
Nope,not me buddy.
As awake as a person could be. Right.
One I stop drooling over my iPad and regain control over my constant blinking, I'll talk to you.
I should seriously start writing on paper....
Wah forget that
I'll just go before I start writing Hannah Montana fan fiction.
Bye y'all.
It's mmiillleyy.

Justice

For some odd reason, I needed to see that word on the computer screen. This primal need to truly understand the meaning of it.
See, I don't believe in humans being black or white. I think those theories only exist in movies, and wee created by the human mind for guidance and peace.
Justice is when good wins, is when the truth comes out and outweighs anything else.
Justice is by its own meaning a lie. Justice judges, weights on a scale the right and wrong.
What is right? Why is truth always, in justices eyes, considered a good thing?
What is honesty? Is honesty really what makes a person better?
I watched a superhero movie,and superhero movies always have a thick line between what's evil and pure. They always separate the devil from the angel, the god from the satan.
Always tell us what we should and shouldn't inspire to be. That's why, in any superhero movies, justice exists. Justice is easy to claim and effective once the lines are crystal clear. Which is why it doesn't truly exist in real life.
I don't need to describe what controls real life isn't right or wrong, it's human.
Being selfish is allegedly bad, but do we need not feel it? Willingly or not, we do.
Does that transform us into monsters, disgusting beings that should be send to hell?
No. It doesn't. There's never been white or black, or even grey.
We are far deeper then that, and no color could describe it.
If justice like in tv existed, that I'd believe in it.
The Madonna movie ive recently watched,though, shows enlightening to what and how people judge.
Ironic really, when what we are being told to do is NOT judge.

The Ultimate Superpower: Changing Genders

I honestly do no meet that in a perverted or sick way. I mean that with most sincere curiosity, and deep inner conflict.
See, ever since puberty started I'm far more aware of my gender, and the other existing one.
I am far more aware of how a woman acts and thinks, and how a man does as well.
The differences, the similarities, and the extreme amount of exaggeration that female magazines and old woman-in-kitchen movies provide to showing how much of space there is between the genders.
My belief and notice is that above genders, we're humans. People. We all have hearts, brains and bodies. We all develop them differently but that doesn't make us superior (although that's a feeling we tend to enjoy, and now I'm talking about both genders) or less important.
As a teenager, I feel somewhat immortal. It's what I like to call hormonal naivety.
As teens, we're young and cannot imagine ourselves in any other shape.
Yet soon we'll all change into women and men. Into people who think they're entirely different because they're aware of certain different biological forms, and that's when the raging man woman war starts. Where we all assume the others thoughts and feelings and judge them fast.
This is silly. I am a woman, sometimes tired of being so but none the less a woman.
Yet what does a woman mean? What does a man mean?
Different clothes? Different likes? Different hobbies?
No, that's the definition of us being human and of us all being unique. My question is, will people always be this way and perceive me like that to? Will guys make me feel like a joke because I'm a girl, and therefore according to them, different? Like in movies where nerds think girls are a whole new species?