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Well, my 20 birthday just passed and I don't feel any different. At least now I can say I'm in my 20's. Strange. The things I planned when I was little. Nothing ever really turns out as planned I guess. It makes life more interesting. I did plan to be going to college and have a boyfriend by now and that hasn't happened. But I never expected that I would have travelled 6 different countries either. I never planned to skydive, or sail, or fly a plane, or almost die in Thailand. Yet I am 20 and I have. I guess I can't say my life is boring. At times, it feels like it. Living at home, working at a coffee shop, hanging out on weekends. That's reality though. If life were exciting every day... it just wouldn't be that interesting. There would be no need to imagine either. That must be why rich people are so boring. It's always the down and out people that seem so interesting. Seriously, some of the coolest people I've met were homeless people on the streets of Vancouver. They appreciate every little thing that brings them the slightest bit of happiness. I'm just too high maintenance for that shit. I'm going to go off topic but I was just thinking about how most of society today is extremely self absorbed and how "people" say we need to love more. When I think about it though, "love" whatever that might be (it's different for everyone) is a little selfish. Think about it. In order to be loved (the most powerful feeling one could have) we need to give love. In that case, aren't we just thinking about ourselves? Love is a strange thing. I love my family because they love me. I love my cat because he makes me feel better. To be "in love" though. I've been infatuated before. I thought it was love at first. It takes that form until it hurts and then you know because "true love" lasts forever. Maybe it only exists in our imagination and that's what makes it so special. To hate someone seems less selfish. To go through the effort of hating someone without getting anything in return. Without it, we wouldn't know love. For some reason though... we fear it. Anyways, that's enough of that shit. I don't understand it and never will. On another note, I'm sick. I have a cold. I haven't had one for about a year and now my entire household is sick and people at work, there's no escaping "the bug." So tonight I rented movies and ate tomato soup. For the first time, I watched "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest" and I must say that's it has to be one of the best movies of our time. It sure makes you think. The system is so twisted. Psychologists love to make you think you're crazy because they want what's in your pocket. It's true. I bet you could go into a mental institution sane and turn into a lunatic in the end. They want you to feel anything but normal it seems. It's such a manipulative practice. I think psychologists must be a little scattered themselves to get into that type of profession. Does it make them feel better to convince someone that they are weaker than them? To be honest, I saw a therapist a few times and I didn't think I had a problem until after. They pick you apart piece by piece and put you into a little box with a tag on it like you're not even human. Then they sort you out by "title" and send you on to the next room for further inspection. At some point, it's no longer about getting attention and you just give up because you are humiliated more than anything. Whatever... I'm just rambling on now. There are people out there who seriosuly do need mental help and just aren't getting it the right way and I think it's sad. Anyways, that movie is definately worth being watched at least once. Jack Nicholson is an awesome actor and he's so damn cute in this movie. I'm off to bed for the night. I work tomorrow and have to get over this stupid cold! Cheers xox