When everyday is the same, friday doesn't mean anything. I love time-off.
I also love to see people smile. My favorite kind of smile to see is when people smile to themselves. Their just walking down the street and then for no apparent reason they crack a big grin. I almost always have to smile myself when I witness these. The funnest part is just imagining what it could have been that caused them to spontaneously express such happiness. Maybe the saw something funny just now. Or maybe they recalled some funny anecdote. Or maybe they just suddenly realized how awesome it is to be alive.
What if all of a sudden everyone in the world forgot who you were? They knew nothing about you. If we ignore the important legal documents and photographic evidence that no doubt exists for the time being what would that be like? You would know so many people but they wouldn't even recognize you as an acquaintance. I'm not sure if it would be a horrible thing or a very interesting experience. I think the neatest thing would be interacting with the people that you are closest to from an outsider's perspective. How difficult would it be to re-establish the connections you previously shared with these people? It would be interesting because it seems many relationships are maintained simply out of habit and if you tried to restart them from scratch years after they were first formed they may never happen. I'm sure there has to be a movie about exactly all this, so I'm going to stop talking about it now.
The drawing of the day involves death again, but in a funny way, I hope.
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