It is interest...

It is interesting in reflection how stupid and vapid my peers can be, I of course cannot claim to be a paradigm of learning or a perfect student, but at lest I try to understand what is being taught to me. I spent the period reading the short story that was assigned to read, and found it rather moving, the literary devices were of little interest to me, it was the underlying story is what did it for me, between the lines was something wonderful and sad at the same time, and as I finished reading griped with emotion at what I found in this piece, just in time to see people sleeping or saying they don’t get it. How underdeveloped do you have to be not to understand an underlying feeling in a piece of writing, everything ever written to express is charged with feeling. I really cannot comprehend how someone could not be able to connect with this, how can they even function in real life if they can not even glaze the basic feeling of a simple story, what happens when they fall in Love, how would they know would they just walk by blindly? I know I could barely hope to know what to do, I would know when I felt it, but to think these people would be totally unaffected makes me extremely frightened, makes me think that in the end all that will win is the boredom and mundane. Where has all the magic gone?