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Sharing moments.
The jisst of the post:
Why do we want to share some of our greatest moments? I'm confused about it really. do I do it because I want others to try to imagine those experiences, fully realizing the greatness of what happened at that point and in turn experience it the way I remembered it to be?
I sometimes get all exited about something and cant wait to tell my friends about it, but they never get the same feeling that I got, even when I try to recreate it or do it all over again without them knowing it. But still I want them to get "it", I try so hard a fail.
Stupid version:Its late or maybe its early, the time is 7.39 in the morning and I have been up all night, I'm not tired.
I turned on the computer and lit my cigaret and walk around the apartment, "hurry up I want to type!" "slow down its 4 years old I tell myself".
Its not about others not appreciating those big moments you have been through, how can one re-create them for others to experience? Its not possible, so why do we sometimes try? Are we alone? desperate for some to experience at least something good before they die, they have all thought the same as we have, I'm not thinking of games, not your biggest party experience when that so so girl kissed you, not the feeling you got when one of your close ones past away, not even that time you where so bored with your empty life that you imitated your neighbor that is a second rate model and puked in the sink for all your dreams that would have been good at the movies.
Is it a sign of loneliness when you want to share your own experiences that others in their turn gave you through their work and your denial of ever having something to give to others that you created or thought of? Or is it just to pass up time and have fun?
I really don't now anything these days, its all clouded, I'm rambling.
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dude, im sorry man, but you are going to have to go back and edit this. I can't really tell what you are trying to say. I mean, you had what? 4 sentences in the entire thing?
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yes, yes you are.
and i counted maybe 2 sentences.
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How can you all mock this guy's obvious crisis?? The crisis being which dress to where of course. Wear the red man... the red...
Matches your lips and hugs your hips. I'm a poet and I didn't know it!
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red ? red is, like, slutty.
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Slutty like a fox!!!! Foxy...
boop beep beep beep boop beep boop.
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