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> One could fritter one's life away in an apartment as well; but it really
> doesn't invite us to do so. An apartment is a temporary thing. Here
> today; gone tomorrow. Like our ephemeral selves. An apartment is just a
> resting place; you go home, you rest, so that you can do something the
> next day -- something that has nothing to do with the apartment. An
> apartment doesn't really invite identifications. Hundreds of people have
> passed through; hundreds more will follow. You will not leave it to your
> kids; you think of other things you might leave your kids: a story, a
> picture, a better world. An apartment invites fellowship. You watch out
> for your neighbors. You have a Xmas party. You collect someone's mail
> while they're out of town. You water their plants. You dream.
Wow. When I was in Junior High we lived in farm country. I had to *earn* my way into the cool kids with my sharp wit (it has since dulled as you can see), because I didn't live in the cool neighborhoods.
Had I lived near the cool kids, they would have known me already and my space at that lunch table would have been ready day 1. But no, I wasn't so fortunate so it took a bit of time.
I remember thinking it was all so silly, I mean none of us can help where are parents live, and not all of them can afford to live in the same places - or what the hell - may not even WANT to live in the same places. Is that really a reason to think you know someone, or worse yet, to think you know whats *wrong* with them?
I remember thinking, this is just a stupid kid thing. We'll grow out of it.
Matt
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Trillian did a little research in the ship's copy of THHGTTG. It had some advice to offer on drunkenness. "Go to it", it said, "and good luck." It was cross-referenced to the entry concerning the size of the Universe and ways of coping with that.
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