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I do in fact have a nightstand next to my bed. My brother and I used to jump on top of it and onto the other brother's bed, because we liked being ninjas like that. I am curious to know if you had a better nightstand than that one, because I am willing to be you have not.
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I know this was about a month ago, and maybe you won't see this response, but I don't think your two cents are unnecessary. I've spent a long time not knowing if there was anyone in the world like me. Last summer proved most enlightening and exciting on that point, because I finally met someone who I had a genetic familial relationship to. I've heard oftentimes that it is not who bore you, but who you grew up with that determines a greater part of who you are. I'm a believer of moderation, and I think that is especially true here. My parents have raised me well, but there are parts of me that simply do not fit the equation of my hometown. Last summer, meeting my brothers and my father's side of the family, some of those pieces finally started to fall into place. Perhaps I'm something of a completionist with trying to figure out everything, but there is a certain joy derived from knowing that someone who knows where I came from is in existence.
It may or may not be important to my continued development to know exactly what story surrounds you. Perhaps curiosity is the only thing I have going in that direction. But if the reclusive nature of your statements is comfortable, you can respond (or not respond) in any way that suits your fancy and comfort. I am curious, but do not wish to bother you if it IS in fact bothersome. But, if your situation allows, maybe we could keep up correspondence of some sort, if you are alright with that?
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Having read the rest of your notes to me, I am very interested (perhaps unnecessarily) in your identity. And as formspring enables anonymity, I am at an impasse with this question. If you do read this response, I seek to keep the anonymity intact (if the anonymous party wishes it) but slake the gnawing uncertainty in my mind. If you do read this, and if it isn't too much to answer this question, please do: Are you someone I met last summer, someone I haven't met, or someone I may have met in a time I would not remember?
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I agree with the ease of technological reconnaissance.
You say reach out, and I am suddenly unsure that you are someone I have met before. Have we met before? Or is it that we met too long ago?
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I am trying to get into this way of thinking. It is a slow start. I set myself back very often, but that's part of being alive, too. As soon as that's overcome, all is easy.
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Maybe it's futile, but I like other people. I don't like it when they are sad, angry, disappointed. There are so many unnecessary complications that arise from such feelings, and so many ways to feel like you've been hurt or otherwise bothered. I would wish that everyone's needs weren't so complex as to never have a moment's peace.
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My life is as much a life as anyone else's. There is good and bad. Most days it balances out to what I call just "being alive".
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Go away, you HUSSIE!
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When I was lost in the Gobi Desert....
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Sod off you perverted misogynistic dinosaur.
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YOU TOO. SOD OFF!
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Tours.... trench warfare's disgusting. At least I'd see wildlife.
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Probably Green. That's a good color to start with...
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Heh. Can't fit all the text in. I'm afraid I can't respond.
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Oh wait I do it twice? Does that mean two ipads? Try again, bot.
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Kittens. Do you know how many of those little fuzzballs you can fit into a bottle while they are still alive? I'd take them out afterward, of course. :3
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