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I am obsessed.
Fixated.
Enthralled.
Captivated.
Completely and utterly fucked.
I have taken notice of the very little things around me. Specifically a little thing by the name of Thomas, who can't possibly be more than two feet tall. This of course is not very remarkable as he is only two years old. When you are young you are selfish; this is no fault of the child nor an oversight in parenting, but an inevitable fact of life. When you are young, things that do not directly pertain to you are of little consequence. To apply this to the aforementioned, when I was young, I did not notice little Thomas-like things, though they were plainly around me. From ages 0-4ish, children were an extension of their parents (or more accurately their mother), at least in my mind. I don't have the slightest idea why I thought that and as a disclaimer I'm not being sexist or anything.
But now, kids of any age are quite a bit more significant characters. Watching them grow up, even in little ways, is completely awe-inspiring. The little Thomas thing actually belongs to a friend of my mom. He is beyond cute. Anyway, I absolutely adore him. She came over the other day, and oddly enough, he came too. He can just barely talk, but already he is so smart. We went to make juice, and the radio was on, and he asked "where does the noise come from?" Perhaps it's just me that thinks this is an amazing thing for a child to say. IT'S AMAZING.
People from small places are like that too. Or maybe just not Toronto. Either way, the smaller the place, the more noticeable difference in people's general persona. Trust me, I'm going somewhere with this. There's some stage at which everyone sort of goes through the same teenage awkwardness of finding themselves that has less to do with puberty and more to do with becoming more mature. You can see the difference that even one year makes in how they perceive themselves, in how they [have] started to decide who they are somewhere during adolescence, and this, I suppose, is what I see as being different from myself and my friends from Toronto. Thus it becomes really quite endearing.
I miss my small town friends. They're cute.
Fixated.
Enthralled.
Captivated.
Completely and utterly fucked.
I have taken notice of the very little things around me. Specifically a little thing by the name of Thomas, who can't possibly be more than two feet tall. This of course is not very remarkable as he is only two years old. When you are young you are selfish; this is no fault of the child nor an oversight in parenting, but an inevitable fact of life. When you are young, things that do not directly pertain to you are of little consequence. To apply this to the aforementioned, when I was young, I did not notice little Thomas-like things, though they were plainly around me. From ages 0-4ish, children were an extension of their parents (or more accurately their mother), at least in my mind. I don't have the slightest idea why I thought that and as a disclaimer I'm not being sexist or anything.
But now, kids of any age are quite a bit more significant characters. Watching them grow up, even in little ways, is completely awe-inspiring. The little Thomas thing actually belongs to a friend of my mom. He is beyond cute. Anyway, I absolutely adore him. She came over the other day, and oddly enough, he came too. He can just barely talk, but already he is so smart. We went to make juice, and the radio was on, and he asked "where does the noise come from?" Perhaps it's just me that thinks this is an amazing thing for a child to say. IT'S AMAZING.
People from small places are like that too. Or maybe just not Toronto. Either way, the smaller the place, the more noticeable difference in people's general persona. Trust me, I'm going somewhere with this. There's some stage at which everyone sort of goes through the same teenage awkwardness of finding themselves that has less to do with puberty and more to do with becoming more mature. You can see the difference that even one year makes in how they perceive themselves, in how they [have] started to decide who they are somewhere during adolescence, and this, I suppose, is what I see as being different from myself and my friends from Toronto. Thus it becomes really quite endearing.
I miss my small town friends. They're cute.