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I saw a little girl today, she was probably two and a half years old, and she looked exactly the way i looked at that age. Same light brown hair with the same hair cut, same shade of blue in her eyes and the same eye shape, same face shape, same expressions, even dressed very similar to how i used to dress! i felt happy because I was in monkey jungle when i saw her, and that's where i used to go at that age. and i really haven't been back since until today.
Yup, that's what I did today. Instead of going to the senior panorama I went to the amish farm and monkey jungle. It might have been one of the best days of my life, minus the eventual return to school. I just had so much fun though, I felt so at peace, I felt so genuinely happy. I wouldn't mind spending the rest of my days sitting on a white bench under a shady tree in 65 degree weather, enjoying a strawberry chocolate milkshake and two homemade cinnamon rolls, listening to CCR in the car, and then going to watch Mei the orangatang in her show. I wouldn't mind that at all.
I think a lot about random ideas and one popped in my head about how while I am busy each day in school, worrying about college and being annoyed at the majority of the social situations i am exposed to at my lovely highschool, there are people like the workers at monkey jungle who are doing what they do everyday. Keeping watch over the place, Hosting the orangatang show three times a day, working in the gift shop and ecetera.It's just weird how I forget how my life is just one little life, and that there are billions apon billions of people in this world who are leading completely different lifestyles. It's a simple idea if looked at generally but if you really think about it it'll really boggle your mind. It's weird how when i am stopped at a red light, in the car next to me is a person with their own life. That person in most cases has people who love them. They may and probably do have a family and friends and a person who they are in love with. They could be rich, could be poor, could be the person to eventually discover the cure for cancer. They could be happy, or they might be contemplating suicide. Either way I don't know who they are, I don't know their thoughts and hopes and never will. And I will never see that person again, or if I do I most likely won't remember them. It's just weird that each of us are just such a microscopic faction of this place. It reminded me of my conversation with my grandma the other day. About how no one knew who her mother was. She was just an ordinary hungarian woman, couldn't speak much english, was a wonderful cook and a loving mother and wife. And then she died at 50 leaving her family including my grandma absolutely devastated and void, yet the world went on. My grandma told me she was angry at how people could still be living their lives as if nothing ever happened, even those people who never met her.
"We could write our names here in the mud
No one's around to see them
We could hang our shoes right here in a tree
No one's around to steal them
I could give you a star
You could give me one too
That way we'd be even
And I could sing this song way out of tune
And not care a bit about it
We could both wear cowboy hats
And pretend to speak italian
Well I could eat some gum
And make my breath so minty fresh
To kiss you
Your breath will smell like wine
I like that a lot
Especially when I kiss you
And I could hit my funny bone really hard
And you could call me sweetheart
And who ever said there's nothing new under the sun
Never thought much about individuals
But he's dead anyways
So lets go down together"
It reminds me of us.
Yup, that's what I did today. Instead of going to the senior panorama I went to the amish farm and monkey jungle. It might have been one of the best days of my life, minus the eventual return to school. I just had so much fun though, I felt so at peace, I felt so genuinely happy. I wouldn't mind spending the rest of my days sitting on a white bench under a shady tree in 65 degree weather, enjoying a strawberry chocolate milkshake and two homemade cinnamon rolls, listening to CCR in the car, and then going to watch Mei the orangatang in her show. I wouldn't mind that at all.
I think a lot about random ideas and one popped in my head about how while I am busy each day in school, worrying about college and being annoyed at the majority of the social situations i am exposed to at my lovely highschool, there are people like the workers at monkey jungle who are doing what they do everyday. Keeping watch over the place, Hosting the orangatang show three times a day, working in the gift shop and ecetera.It's just weird how I forget how my life is just one little life, and that there are billions apon billions of people in this world who are leading completely different lifestyles. It's a simple idea if looked at generally but if you really think about it it'll really boggle your mind. It's weird how when i am stopped at a red light, in the car next to me is a person with their own life. That person in most cases has people who love them. They may and probably do have a family and friends and a person who they are in love with. They could be rich, could be poor, could be the person to eventually discover the cure for cancer. They could be happy, or they might be contemplating suicide. Either way I don't know who they are, I don't know their thoughts and hopes and never will. And I will never see that person again, or if I do I most likely won't remember them. It's just weird that each of us are just such a microscopic faction of this place. It reminded me of my conversation with my grandma the other day. About how no one knew who her mother was. She was just an ordinary hungarian woman, couldn't speak much english, was a wonderful cook and a loving mother and wife. And then she died at 50 leaving her family including my grandma absolutely devastated and void, yet the world went on. My grandma told me she was angry at how people could still be living their lives as if nothing ever happened, even those people who never met her.
"We could write our names here in the mud
No one's around to see them
We could hang our shoes right here in a tree
No one's around to steal them
I could give you a star
You could give me one too
That way we'd be even
And I could sing this song way out of tune
And not care a bit about it
We could both wear cowboy hats
And pretend to speak italian
Well I could eat some gum
And make my breath so minty fresh
To kiss you
Your breath will smell like wine
I like that a lot
Especially when I kiss you
And I could hit my funny bone really hard
And you could call me sweetheart
And who ever said there's nothing new under the sun
Never thought much about individuals
But he's dead anyways
So lets go down together"
It reminds me of us.