This little human...

Look at this human. Look at how sad it looks. What does this little human really have to be sad about? Why is it so confused? Why can't it just lighten up like those around him? Why does it pout so when it's alone? What is the point of it doing absolutely nothing other than staring at a wall it'll eventually hit? Oh, how funny, it did hit that wall. See I predicted it. What a predictable little human. And look, it can't stop thinking about someone watching it. How funny. It's trying to prove to me that it's doing something to make me believe it's not paranoid that someone is watching, but can never rid itself of the constant watch it feels it's under. Oh, now it's trying to convince itself that it's not ashamed of doing things for itself, like masturbating, or looking at itself in the mirror, or choosing to read some political book that it'll never truly understand and only seems to be trying to retain morsels of information to repeat them as some banality in casual conversation. What is really interesting to this human? It's not apparent. I don't notice a pattern in hobbies. Or even a consistent schedule. It must be that it's interested in the fact or belief that someone is always watching it. Because look, it can't stop thinking about it. How sad. Look at all those other humans around it, just casually living their lives with out the constant fear that some non-existent higher being is judging their every move. Why is this little human plagued by that? Well, that's its own problem. I'll just sit back and watch and observe it self destruct into either tears or a desperate need of sleep with the hope of never waking up. How odd this human is...