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It would be a lie to imply that I do not feel envy
towards people so easily touching and being touched.
So easily welcoming each other
and being comfortable in each other’s light.
It would be a lie to say I do not wish 
I could try being a part of it too.
Yet, to say that I believe myself able,
would be an even bigger untruth.

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Please let me know if you have ant questions.

(No bee or spider questions, please)

Kind retards,
K

…. normal day at work.

Which reminds me, I also dreamt of killing roaches with freezing spray. 
It sucked.

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Imagine how cool it would be if the time would stop for reading. 
And you could read as much as you want and it just would not count as ‘spending time’.

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Eternally recurring thoughts:
“I want to go home. (I don’t have one)”
“Is it(I am) really that bad?…”
“I need a dog in my life.”
“What if “giving up and killing off a half of myself” is the way to go?..”

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I don’t change my bags to match my shoes.
I don’t change them to match my outfit or weather.
I even rarely change them to match the occasion… unless it’s a very special one.

What I do match them to is the size of the book I need to carry.

… which really only matters enough to mention because my shoulders and neck are a mess, and I always wish I could carry a smaller and lighter bag, 
but can’t actually make myself carry a smaller book.

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You either care enough to do something about it. 
Or you don’t and you go on with with your own life. 
And, objectively speaking, there is always something you can do. 
If you get up and change your focus from yourself on to something else. 
And there are plenty of people who actually do. 
Who leave what they know and go out there to do anything they can to help.
With their own hands.
Lets not pretend that we care just as much as they do, 
when in fact our ‘caring’ doesn’t outweigh the desire to stick to our own comfort. 
I can cry watching the news, 
but I’m not going to lie to myself to make myself feel better, 
if all I’m going to do is look away and carry on.

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And on a more fun note, it’s easy to tell when translators start to freak out about some otaku topic when they suddenly start writing ‘mate’ instead of ‘meet’ and ‘grope’ instead of ‘group’ … I’m not even kidding. My co-worker had a lot of fun proofreading a text a while back.

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I find it fascinating how many bitter videos there are on utube of people ‘disappointed in Japan’ after they came here and it wasn’t the fluffy otaku land they expected… I never knew

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I can love strangers, without loving them romantically.
And then people come and say that that’s because I’m too screwed and just can’t love anyone romantically. 
And then I say that as long as I can love at all, there is nothing too screwed about that.

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the cliché I could never understand in ‘detective dramas’ – 
spouses leaving them like they didn’t know about their profession when they were marrying them.

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a grain of wisdom from a commuter’s bag on Tokyo morning train:
(it likely has an author, but the bag didn’t disclose)

“Not everything that you face can be changed. But nothing can be changed until you face it.”