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I learned the word "pile" from apartment 7 sometime. I thought it was weird, but now I feel like one. I've been a pile so far this summer. And it has been great.
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"Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them."
- Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Things that mystify me, given in complete sentences, followed by poetry:
- Some things make no difference until they change.
- I think that some things will make a difference when they change, so I keep them from changing, but they wouldn't actually make a change, even if I let them.
- I'm a grown-up and I can make my own decisions, like going and getting Chinese food whenever I want.
- Not a complete sentence: Wanting to do things, but not ever doing them, thus showing that I don't actually want to do them.
- Sometimes I miss things that weren't that great. Nostalgia isn't just remembering the past, it's remembering a perfect past.
- I say "like" too much.
- Artificial credibility and faked confidence are NOT REAL. But they're valid in a few situations. Not all situations. And many situations that might seem to qualify actually don't.
- I can't even control what I say.
- I can't even control what I say!!
- How much of what I do and work on now will matter in fifty years?
- Ten years? Five?
- Tomorrow?
- Things that seem to be a constructive and good use of time may actually be a waste.
- A waste! That's a strong word!
- Classes are over and I didn't fail any of them!
- Not one!
- I'm probably wrong about most people I know.
- I should have said shfifty years.
Once I found a shiny pearl,
Inside an oyster shell.
But then the oyster ate it up,
And I was all, "oh well."
