"But why here? How is this better than home? And if it's so great, why leave? These are things I cannot imagine, and I realize that I cannot imagine them because I didn't know Margo. I knew how she smelled, and I knew how she acted in front of me, and I knew how she acted in front of others, and I knew that she liked Mountain Dew and adventure and dramatic gestures, and I knew that she was funny and smart and just generally more than the rest of us. But I didn't know what brought her here, or what kept her here, or what made her leave. I didn't know why she owned thousands of records but never told anyone she even liked music. I didn't know what she did at night, with the shades down, with the door locked, in the sealed privacy of her room.
And maybe this was what I needed to do above all. I needed to discover what Margo was like when she wasn't being Margo."
-Quentin Jacobson, Paper Towns
Last night, I finished reading an amzing book. Paper Towns.
I actually cried twice towards the end. That's how good it was.
This book thinks a lot like I do. Granted, yeah, it's a book, it doesn't think. But you catch my drift.
How many times do we stop to think about people differently than we know them? Do they have lives outside us? Of course they do. But what are they?
I know for a fact that I am a completely different person when I am around my friends. And no, this does not mean I can't be myself around my friends. The way I act around my friends is completely different than the way I act when no one's around, but it's still the same me. I'm always me, no matter where or who I'm with, but it might be a different version of me.
So take a minute here to think. Are you still the same person no matter where you go?
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