"I watched it all in my head - perfect sense. . ." -The Neighbourhood

I was bound to cross this line, wasn't I? Man, it's been a while since I've thought on this song, imagining my kidnapping that inevitably led to inconceivable death. I never took this thought as a threat. Much like this song, I saw it as a refuge. Being taken away from a life I'd been force to get accustomed to and taken to what would seem like a whole other dimension. Better or worse, at least there'd be change - a break from mundane monotony.

Much line this line, I guess the above paragraph is a great representation of how I [sometimes] feel about life.

Of course, the only truth - plausible truth, at that - is in what we believe, right? You can see things everyone else sees, yet you could interpret what you saw in a completely different way than many other people. With that, sharing ideas, for example: If someone shares an idea - a different idea based off of the same thing you saw - you'll probably think (if you disagreed) that they're babbling nonsense but, to them, their ideas aren't so daft as they seem to you.

So, when I say being kidnapped is like a liberation from monotony, it makes plenty sense to me. But, to someone with a different mindset, it might seem like I'm being abused and I'm trying to get away from it or that I've simply lost it and gone senile.