It's easy enough isn't it?
Just block them out.
Pretend they're not real. They don't exist.
Don't think twice.
They are the other. The outsiders. The unfamiliar.
It's easy to block them out and imagine they are somewhat less than you are.
Faceless. Heartless. Immoral.
Evil and unclean.
Their destruction would be a justified and holy act.
Their continued existence would be an anathema.
Or worst still. They don't even register.
Your radar remains mute.
There is nothing to notice. Nothing more important than yourself.
Other people don't count.
Even those closest to you barely register a blip on your screen.
Other people are outside. They are the other.
No matter how hard you try. You cannot know who they are.
No matter how much they reveal, they will always remain hidden.
Basically. Essentially. When you get down to it.
What I'm trying to say is. In the gayest, most poetic way possible.
No matter how hard you try.
And no matter how much you think you know.
You will never, ever truly know someone.
And they will never, ever truly know you.
Other people will always be removed and apart from what you are.
And that's a large part of what makes life interesting.