&#lights will guide you home;;and ignite your bones;;and i will try to fix you#&

time: 11;31 am

listening: coldplay

eating: mocha hazelnut tim tam

Hello sunshines! Here is where the sporadity (word?) of my blog comes into play.

Anyway.

I was thinking the other day (I know, shock horror) about how much you don’t know about people’s lives. And how many people there are in the world. And how they all have different lives, completely separate, completely untangled, with mine.

And I find this concept quite overwhelming.

Because, really, I have only ever seen the world through my eyes. Not a single person in this world knows the exact same people as I do. Not a single person in the world is sitting here in my bedroom typing this but me. I find this concept so… strange. But interesting. And amazing.

Moving on from stupid ponderings of mine (”Will humans ever be able to teleport?”), to something much better that I have also come to realise in recent times.

I have some really, wonderfully, brilliantly caring friends. I’ve always known this, I just don’t think I appreciated it fully until a short time ago. The friend who, when I tell them I just want to get out of the house and away from my family sometimes, says “Just walk round to my place, you’re always welcome.”, and not even in a joking way. The friend who calls me worried about me because I didn’t reply on MSN. The friend who counsels me on New Year’s because I’m having a hard time. Where did I stumble on these people? Why am I so lucky? When did I do something so right that I got a friend whose mother calls me up with a dilemma about chocolate and fudge? God.

I think I’m in an appreciative mood.

I think I know why.

But that’s a story for another day.