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[shelleyshelley]

its not about what you say, or what someone says to you. its not about what you're good at. its not about what you're not good at. or what you wish you could do. its not about how fast you can get to wherever you're going, or what color your eyes are, or how many numbers you have stored in your cellular telephone. it's not about how late you can stay up, or how long you can keep sleeping. its not about how many capri suns you drink, or weather or not you even like capri suns. it doesn't matter weather or not you can hold your breath through the entire tunnel, and it doesn't matter if you honk on the way out. it really doesn't matter if you ever finish any of the books you start reading. and if you never go to europe, or niagara falls, or tahiti, its ok because that's not what its about. its not about how high you can count by threes, or what your favorite flavor toothpaste is, or weather you like your sandwiches on white or wheat or sourdough or rye or seven grain or pita bread or tortillas or even matzo bread. its not even about knowing what i'm talking about. but i'm pretty sure life is about sitting in your car at three in the afternoon with one of your favorite friends listening to lame r&b songs on the radio and getting drunk before meeting their mom for a movie where you get to watch natalie portman shave her head which in turn makes you want to shave your own heads.

and i think what i mean is, its the things that aren't important that make life important.
or maybe that's wrong too, but i just like to say things.