I walked into my room and sat down. I grabbed my cup of tea and took a drink.
Or did I?
Did I simply just enter my room, or does the room represent a safe haven to which I flock in time of distress. When I walked in, I closed the door. Maybe this was a symbolic of the mistrust I have of those around me, or maybe the distancing from problems I wish to ignore. After all, did I just sit down immediately after entering my room, I did not.
First, I walked, I stepped around my ruri-chan dakimakura that laid motionless and helpless on the floor. A testament to the millions that pass by those in need. Then I sat down, no, I was push down but the suppressive realization that I could no longer stand in the presence of that which I just realized. I didn't grab my cup, I grasped it along with all those who choose the path of cowardice. Then I sipped, not to quench my thirst, no, but to traquilize that self hatred I've left dormant inside. That deeeeep, esoteric, dark feels that stains us all.
Or, you know, I just enjoyed some tea...
I think we have reached a complete understanding UIP. I'm so glad my words weren't lost in the AAMML maisma.