People in my life are constantly moving... their lives changing, for better or worse, while I simply orbit around their paths...
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Please note that I am not the only "Spockgirl" out in cyberspace.
At some point during the day...
I may feel or look like this, but without the beer.
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Perhaps you orbit around your own sun, and the people in your life form an asteroid belt, with the occasional comet zipping through without so much as a howdy-do
Dave:
Hmm... interesting concept, but I believe life would be life if there was a sun to orbit around.
Heading back to the hamster analogy for clarity, picture if you will me in my hamster wheel orbiting or rotating around the human highway of life which runs through the center... At intervals along the highway there are other hamster wheels spinning around as all other human life travels forward along the highway. On this highway, there are road bumps, speed bumps, rest stops and other whatnot, where howdy-dos do or do not occur, visits take place and lives intersect... and... so on and so forth.
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