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Little picture from long time ago.
A question I am constantly asking myself is.. Does it matter? And then if it does, why does it matter, and how much?
I guess everything matters, but they matter more when they are on the list. The Current List. Everyone has their own list. My brother (I don’t have one)’s list primarily consists of his girlfriend, his new course in uni, and getting a car (because people his age has cars). Random woman’s list is photography because she found that she might have a hidden flair at such.
Our lists make us, and dictates our lives and judgement.
Sometimes, I feel like I’m not on my list.
I figure that I am really weird. You know how we become what we know? I know weird. And I wonder if I am really weird inside, or did I become because I wanted to. (Am I faking weird). I may have wanted to be weird at one point, I’m not sure.
Louise said that the person taking over my job would never be as weird as I am. That reminded me.
