[18] Same Difference
Is it natural to sleep so much? All this weekend I have just been... sleeping. With my cat. Under a 15-year-old wool blanket. Yes. It's been a sleepy weekend.
People are so different. It amazes me how many faces there are in the world, how many different personalities and talents. And it's strange to think about how little you are in the world. How you're just one person in a sea of millions, how nothing you say will matter much in a few years. I find it fascinating to look into someone else's car while I'm going somewhere and imagine where they need to be. Do they love someone? Does someone love them? Are they happy with their lives?
I wonder if anyone has thought that about me when they pass me.
Or am I the only one who thinks those things?
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