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alone
then, a few years later, as i sit here in my room, completely isolated, seperated from the rest of the world. i realized what it was that i thought about, all those years ago. why? why did people care? about hair, about make-up, about clothing. where they got it, who designed it, how much it cost.
So there I was, sitting alone, thinking . . . really about nothing in particular. but i was thinking. and something occured to me. although i may not remember exactly what, i can remember that it was something important. at least to me it was.
why did people care about looks in general? was it really going to matter, twenty years from now, when that nerd who isolated theirself to video games turns out to be the next Bill Gates. was it all really going to affect you then? did it affect the really smart chick who was put down because of her intelligence, you know, the one who's now the
president?
you think of these things, really THINK, and realize it doesn't matter. thinking matters, intelligence matters. not designer jeans and sunglasses.
D O E S I T ?
jeanniebeannie added this comment 2009-03-18 16:04:04-05:00
love this :D
jeanniebeannie added this comment 2009-03-18 16:04:04-05:00
love this :D