Surprises.
How someone can change to an unrecognisiable extent and expect you to remain the same for them.And you being you,do so.
How the most secretive people will blare everything about themselves to the world on their blog.
How for a fabolously rich agro economy,there are people who still go to bed hungry.
How easy is it for people to compulsively whine,moan,lack the objectivity to percieve themselves as the world sees them,then again be fretful,moody over the most trivial of issues.

I want to be like them.
Normal people.
People who are part of the swirling crowd.
People who only see others in front of them and around them.
People who cannot lift up their heads and look up into the sky.

But Minerva's curse won't go away easily,will it?