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Meeting People in the Streets

kiriss-crisis:

Ok so I don’t know how it is in your country guys but in France, it’s often frowned upon to talk to strangers in the streets. No matter what, you must have a specific reason to talk to someone you don’t know (like they dropped something, asking for directions or help, etc).

Ridiculous. Though, I do understand where it comes from: security. However, people who do that are treated like crazies and dangerous people.

Well let me tell you something. I met a guy like that, he just talked to me with no real motive. It’s been 3 years now and we are good friends. He taught me many things and I helped him with different things. Even though there is a small age-gap, we are all good and we have great discussion even though I do get mad sometimes and he just bears with me haha.

Today, he was the only one that was able to help me with a very urgent matter. He did not even think twice and offered me his help when my other friends didn’t (probably because they couldn’t though, not the point here).

What I’m saying is, people miss out on some great things by being judgemental or stuck-up (but that’s us, the French anyways).

                

Feeling particularly bummed because there’s like three people who can relate to me. Usually I don’t think about it and just do my thing but I was hoping that my friend was a lot like me but it turns out that they’re basically THE OPPOSITE in every meaningful way. Such bummer.

                

ISTJs - why aren’t they known as Androids? They’re so robotic.

                

Had a dream that I wound up in North Carolina for some reason and I decided that I had to move out there immediately.

                
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I’m so sick of being mentally ill. I just want to be normal. I try to pretend that medication makes everything ok but i still do incredibly stupid things that no sane person would do.

                

communicants:

The Mirror (Andrei Tarkovsky, 1975)

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Oh my gosh I just had the best time with my roommate’s daughter. I have the perfect time with her when she’s super sleepy and I don’t have anything to distract me. But I don’t think my sweetheart or roommate liked it when I told her not to let anybody brainwash her into thinking that she can’t eat dog food. I was reading the label to the all natural real deal dog treats I got for the pup. 🤷

She likes to exclaim “oh yes!” like something from a classic Hollywood film.