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Yeah, definitely feel that. And I do my best not to let those feelings colour how I treat any other beings....but, you know... sometimes you've got that one friend or pet, and you love em to bits, but they're the asshole of the bunch. ๐
I had to really think hard to even come up with a favourite colour. Dunno what the name would be for it, somewhere between turquoise and seafoam green?
But I'd never wear clothes that colour, or drive a car that colour, or pick a phone that colour. So is it actually my favourite?!?
I have a favourite shirt, it was my stepdad's, I had stayed at his after a show just a few months before he started to get really sick from cancer. Hadn't been diagnosed yet. My buddy had puked and hit the shirt I'd had on, so the next day my stepdad gave me an old shirt of his. It was full of holes. That was almost 10 years ago. He passed away less than 6 months after he gave me that shirt. It's now more hole than shirt. My wife always forgets it's history, that it was one of the last few things he gave me before he died. She's tried, soooo many times, to get me to toss it. Thankfully she's started remembering, and I don't have to fight to keep it any more.
Me too, a quote I like about it, that I'm certainly going to butcher, goes kinda:
The more I learn, the more I realise I know almost nothing.
Had an ex that was working on a Master's degree in medicine, can't remember exactly what field. Lab/research stuff. She hated that quote. Said it gave her existential dread.
I personally love it, feel like that realisation of not knowing as much as I can pushes me to learn more, to grow. You know?