sigh.
when i was in middle school, we had the best assignment in art class: papier mache an animal. my idea was to make the shape of a wolf, howling at the moon. but instead of painting the wolf *as* a wolf, i painted a nighttime scene onto the wolf - stars, mountains, the moon. at the time, the concept of painting a scene on a wolf (instead of a wolf in
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i still can't fully accept that most people around me just don't think in such.... depths (or something)... as i do. and not in that "oh, everyone is stupid and i am so much smarter and deeper. ha ha ha!" kinda way. i just seem to think about everything all heaped together, my mind going all the time, and in many layers and different directions. like, in a way that you could not even explain to someone if you tried. know what i mean?
it must be some crazy way we were raised i guess.
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but you're wrong, we ARE smarter and deeper than everyone else. ;-)
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