Good evening, lovely watcher! *smiles, sipping her drink* I hope your PRIDE month has been a great one, thus far...

So... To get philosophical for just a tat, please bear with me. *Studies you over her glasses, slightly fuzzy-headed* What is a thing to you? *steeples her fingers* Any thing. Does any thing hold meaning, any object? Any act? *smiles* I don't believe so, no. In and of themselves, our actions, just as any thing, have no meaning. Things exist. Things are. Things happen. Things die. This is, for lack of a more concise term, "Existence" as we comprehend it.

Do things exist and happen because we observe that they do...? *sets her chin* Well... I'm not honestly qualified to comment on the question, am I? *laughs* Because I can't really give an opinion on things existing without my own observations in the first place... So it's kind of a moot question... *snerks* We'll shelf that one.

Still... the point I was getting to is that *head tilts* I feel, yes, it is this- that things have no meaning. Meaning isn't found in things, only existing between things. A black ring of hardened rubber, laying inert in the front yard beneath the cooling shade of a sycamore tree may be a swing or a toy to a adventurous small child, a cavernous housing project to a lonely spider or the damned spare donut to your irate father's Ford Fairmont. *shrugs* Are these observations all true? *laughs* Of course they are. It all depends upon your perspective, doesn't it? Hero, heretic or hypocrite, lover, slut or brazen whore, it depends upon what is observed and the qualities of the one who is doing the observing.

With all that being said, sometimes, what we see isn't what we thought it was. *smirks* With perspective, maturity, mood *big eyes* and most importantly, actual fucking life-experience, what a thing means to us isn't what we thought it was at all. That vicious, mean-spirited, ultra-liberal SJW might just be the friend and mentor who saves your life one day. That time you caught a baseball your da threw in the backyard might be a golden moment you never knew was so important to you as you sit in tearful lamentation. The kid sister you used to pick on and terrorize for being so beneath your notice might blossom into the amazing woman you know you could never hope to be.

And a chance encounter with a stranger might reveal more of a friend or a lover than you had ever expected to find. Thank you for being a part of my life,  Sanita_Squirrel Thank you for what you've brought to my world. I hope to only share and understand more of your rich tapestry in the days to come and to share as much of mine.


Never be afraid to open yourself up to a possibility, lovely watcher. Sure *shrugs* you WILL be hurt sometimes, both physically and emotionally. However, you never do know what you have found until you have the proper perspective to see it for what it really is- and what that is- you may never truly be sure of. *laughs like an idiot* Enjoy your lives and your loves, lovely watchers. And help someone else enjoy theirs.