Gone and a little bit forgotten

I haven't posted in a bit simply because I made the rule not to be stupid and feelingy on this doobery and dammit I'm sticking to that.

Anyway I was thinking today about how everyone pretends.
We all do. Pretend to care about the fact that someone has something happening in their lives that has actually no impact in our own and stuff.
What I concluded from a rather tedious chain of thought is that the only reason we do it is so that other people will do it to us.
It is an entirely selfish act that enables us to be pissed off at someone for not being interested in our tedious little lives.
Instead of being pessimistic about this, I saw it as a great thing about humanity. I really think that our want for other people to take even the most forced interest in our lives forces us to want to live a more exciting life.
To me that is a beautiful thing. Not for the reason behind the act, but for the act itself.
I don't think I would have done a large amount of the things I have done knowingly without the influence of how I could inform someone of what I had done.
Maybe that makes me childish. Or shallow. Or any number of names that people have for similar things. In my mind it makes me human and I think that I am not alone in these things.

Deep things aside I bought some very pretty wool today from wicker and gear in NX and am rather excited about meeting with the meantimeknitters for some teaching wonderment.

I have more blood tests tomorrow and will possibly within a week know what's wrong with me. This is a passing mention only for those of you I have informed of my crazy things.

Peace, Love and low interest rates on your savings accounts