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There's a storm in my teacup!

Well, in my dollar store mug.

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Yuk yuk!
Today I walked past a child (I'd guess his age to be 12 or less) with a blowtorch in his hands and a humongous grin on his face. I think I upset him by not caring as much as he did about this situation.

"I've got a blowtorch!"
"Oh. Yes. Yes, you do."

Of course, deep down, I cared a lot about this situation, because WHY IS A CHILD WALKING AROUND WITH A BLOWTORCH WHEN I'M NOT?

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When film characters relate to people, I've noticed they've felt excited and comforted by this, primarily due to the sensation that somewhere someone can write a character that understands exactly what the individual is going through. I've yet to hear from anyone that's felt upset due to a film character having similar traits to themselves.

But when friends say something like "I noticed someone who was just like you!" from looks or traits, there's more of a feeling of jealousy. As if the sensation of individualism and friendship isn't as strong - if there's someone out there just like you, the friend could go to that person instead.

We are a fickle bunch. Or maybe I'm not meeting the right people. I suppose the issue is that you're making the judgement in the first instance and have an idea of who is asimilar to yourself, whereas the second instance is what a friend perceives you to be. I suppose that impersonal touch prevents us from being so optimistic to know someone out there may be just like us, unless they're a celebrity on a pedestal somewhere.

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I was informed today that it was a good idea to join the rat race, by someone who can get angered with humanity and its traits. It made me think, and I didn't know whether to laugh or cry inside with the news. I was also told that while I'm not a morning person, neither is anyone else and I should get on with it. Again, that's someone too heavily set in a routine of 9-5 (or in this case, 10-6) to care for a different perspective on life.

Sometimes I wake up very late, because I'm not asleep until very late. I might be looking out of a bedroom window at this time of night, seeing the stars and the moon and hearing the birds chirp. But the thing I like most about this time of the night is that you're very unlikely to hear a human sound. I don't hear loud shouting by obnoxious people and I don't hear the noise of vehicle engines. It is a blissful time that so many people miss out on. It's a little strange to think that some people get themselves so stressed and don't believe they have a place to relax to, when a late night glimpse at the world around us really hits home how insignificant all our problems really are, and how important it is to try to enjoy our life over anything else.

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Of course, deep down, I cared a lot about this situation, because WHY IS A CHILD WALKING AROUND WITH A BLOWTORCH WHEN I'M NOT?

Someone's jealous of this child....

Actually, I am too. o_o

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