People sure can be confusing. I'm finding this out. It's scary sometimes to discover just exactly how deep some things go. And there's something wrong with everyone. Everyone. Even me. I just can't put my finger on what's wrong with me.
Well, okay, I'm dispassionate and hard to read, in addition to being secretive and uncommunicative. Is this making my life worse, in some way? I don't think so.
But I bet other people do. Lots of people can readily identify their major flaw, but usually, they've lived with it for so long, it seems meaningless or irrelevant. I've been this way for so long, it's part of my identity.
I've been bumping up against people lately, people with problems or issues, or what-have-you, and they all know. They all know there's something wrong. We all know there's something wrong. But none of us are willing to change. None of us can change.
See also: changeful, something.