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well everyone says that im ...different... im 5'1, blackish brownish hair, brown eyes, 150lbs...my imagination is pretty out there and i never judge a person! If you want to be my friend just message me!
Here is a theory. It's weird s**t, but just join me in the cemetery some night if you want to see weirder. All around us are these speckes: tiny, less-than-microscopic universes where the sense of time and distance is just like it is for us, but on a much smaller scale. A being on a second, but from their perspective it lasts seventy or a hundred years. And this little dot of a universe they live in seems infinite to them. The distance from one end of their universe to the other seems just as vast as ours; it has billions of galaxies like ours does; thousands of populations of intelligent life living light-years apart and wondering if there's anyone else out there. Trillions of these little universes could fit into your hand, and you wouldn't even know they were there. And at the same time, our own universe is nothing but a speck in some vastly larger universe, and what we think of as infinite time and unending space is too small to even be perceptible to whatever lives there. So our entire existence, not just our lifetimes but even the 14 billion years since the big bang, is a blink of the eye in the perspective of the larger universe. And that giant universe is a speck within an even bigger one, and on the on in both directions. In the time it took me to write this, billions of years have passed in the smaller universes. But it would take billions of years of our time to equal a few seconds on the next level up. Everything is relative. Evaerything we think about time and distance are a result of the scale of the universe we live in. In the meantime, this is where we're at. Nobody knows why we're here; if it just happened by acceident or if some intelligent thing invented it. And nobody knows what comes next...
~Restless by: Rich Wallace~
You stay up for 16 hours.
He stay up for days on end.
You take a warm shower to help you wake up.
He goes days or weeks without running water.
You complain of a "headache", and call in sick.
He gets shot at as others are hit, and keeps moving forward.
You put on your anti-war/don't support the troops shirt, and go meet up with your friends.
He still fights for your right to wear that shirt.
You make sure your cell phone is in your pocket.
He clutches the cross hanging on his chain next to his dog tags.
You talk trash about your "buddies" that aren't with you.
He knows he may not see some of his buddies again.
You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girls.
He patrols the streets, searching for insurgents and terrorists.
You complain about how hot it is.
He wears his heavy gear, not daring to take off his helmet to wipe his brow.
You go out to lunch, and complain because the restaurat got your order wrong.
He doesn't get to eat today.
Your maid makes your bed and washes your clothes.
He wears the same things for weeks, but makes sure his weapons are clean.
You go to the mall and get your hair redone.
He doesn't have time to brush his teeth today.
You're angry because your class ran 5 minutes ovre.
He's told he will be held over an extra 2 months.
You call your girlfriend and set a date for tonight.
He waits for the mail to see if there is a letter from home.
You hug and kiss your girlfriend, like you do everyday.
He holds his letter close and smells his love's perfume.
You roll your eyes as a baby cries.
He gets a letter with pictures of his new child, and wonders if they'll ever meet.
You criticize your government, and say that war never solves anything.
He sees the innocent tortured and killed by their own people and remembers why he is fighting.
You hear the jokes about the war, and make fun of men like him.
He hears the gunfire, bombs, and screams of the wounded.
You see only what the media wants you to see.
He sees the broken bodies lying around him.
You are asked to go to the store by your parents. You don't.
He does exactly what he is told even if it puts his life in danger.
You stay at home and watch TV.
He takes whatever time he is given to call, write home, sleep, and eat.
You crawl into your soft bed, with down pillows, and get comfortable.
He tries to sleep but gets woken by mortars and helicopters all night long.
enough said....Respect our troups for they respect your freedom!
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