Re: Appreciation of My Life
Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2025 1:01 pm
I finished the bath, and I said to myself, "Now I smell good. What's the scent of the body wash?" I smiled, because it's so funny. I rarely thought like this but it's true. After I brushed my teeth, of couse I would have pleasant breath. And of course I would smell good after the bath. In those web novels, authors like writing all kinds of positive things about the main characters, such as the pleasing smell of cigarettes--while for some people, this is not something worth smelling; they frown. Some people just hate the smell of cigarettes. But when one says things like the above about oneself, he/she may feel awkward or uncomfortable. Because some of us are just not used to describing us this way, while in reading, we may easily think that these characters are charismatic. I don't feel uncomfortable. It's just a little funny to say these things to myself: So now I may smell like mint or jasmine, because that's the scent of my shampoo/body wash...
I see my nephew as cute. I am used to him imitating characters in his favorite games in real life. So when he waved his body and nodded his neck and told his mom the name of his teacher, I didn't find anything strange. He was like me, good at multi-tasking. I often let my mind wander while my body is doing certain activity. I often create stories on my mind while washing dishes. So my nephew was using part of his body imitating a cartoon figure while telling his mom the answer she wanted to know. But his mom immediately laughed. She was so easy to laugh. She still found his behavior hilarious, though he behaves like this almost every day. "Why did you move your body like that? What's the point?" She began to imitate his bodily moves, and he started to play back and bang his forehead against her mom's. Confused as my brother was, he had to ask, "What happened?" I stood there, as a satisfying bystander. I believe that my little niece will be like her mom who easily discovers something to laugh about.
Almost everybody was saying how impressively handsome and beautiful the actor was. No camera could capture his real beauty, none. A lot of them almost felt tranced seeing him closely. All other sounds subsided. They were like in a dream after a long while. Whoa! Their reactions made me feel interested. And then, the inerest seemed gone. I was never a groupie. I never felt the strong desire to follow some people and to observe closely their faces and listen to their words. When I look at his pictures, of course I know how crazily handsome this actor is. Maybe one day I can take a close look at him. Maybe not. It's not a strong desire within me, at least for now. But I am interested in different personalities and desires in the human world. My sister is a groupie. She goes to concerts. She would go to the airports and take photos and get signatures. One day I asked her and also teased her, "Can you actually clearly see them? In most cases, you can't see them clearly in the concerts. You are actually looking at them also through big screens. Isn't it?" She admitted, but she still went and still plans to go. These things make her happy. That's the beauty of the variety. The big differences among people render this world interesting. At once, she asked me to go with her, and I quickly said no. I remembered that I had gone to a concert. I felt bored. I would rather listen to music at home. And most importantly, I was not a fanatic fan of any specific singer, though I like a lot of singers. I didn't have that kind of affection to enjoy the concert or the activity of following these people around. But it's fun to hear some stories from my sister. And it's interesting to see her silly grin when she talks about her favorite singers or athletes. For her happiness, I am willing to do some things about her hobby, like taking packages of magazines, photos and pins on her behalf. For, this makes her happy, and sometimes joyful and excited. Nothing is more important than that one feels good.
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I see my nephew as cute. I am used to him imitating characters in his favorite games in real life. So when he waved his body and nodded his neck and told his mom the name of his teacher, I didn't find anything strange. He was like me, good at multi-tasking. I often let my mind wander while my body is doing certain activity. I often create stories on my mind while washing dishes. So my nephew was using part of his body imitating a cartoon figure while telling his mom the answer she wanted to know. But his mom immediately laughed. She was so easy to laugh. She still found his behavior hilarious, though he behaves like this almost every day. "Why did you move your body like that? What's the point?" She began to imitate his bodily moves, and he started to play back and bang his forehead against her mom's. Confused as my brother was, he had to ask, "What happened?" I stood there, as a satisfying bystander. I believe that my little niece will be like her mom who easily discovers something to laugh about.
Almost everybody was saying how impressively handsome and beautiful the actor was. No camera could capture his real beauty, none. A lot of them almost felt tranced seeing him closely. All other sounds subsided. They were like in a dream after a long while. Whoa! Their reactions made me feel interested. And then, the inerest seemed gone. I was never a groupie. I never felt the strong desire to follow some people and to observe closely their faces and listen to their words. When I look at his pictures, of course I know how crazily handsome this actor is. Maybe one day I can take a close look at him. Maybe not. It's not a strong desire within me, at least for now. But I am interested in different personalities and desires in the human world. My sister is a groupie. She goes to concerts. She would go to the airports and take photos and get signatures. One day I asked her and also teased her, "Can you actually clearly see them? In most cases, you can't see them clearly in the concerts. You are actually looking at them also through big screens. Isn't it?" She admitted, but she still went and still plans to go. These things make her happy. That's the beauty of the variety. The big differences among people render this world interesting. At once, she asked me to go with her, and I quickly said no. I remembered that I had gone to a concert. I felt bored. I would rather listen to music at home. And most importantly, I was not a fanatic fan of any specific singer, though I like a lot of singers. I didn't have that kind of affection to enjoy the concert or the activity of following these people around. But it's fun to hear some stories from my sister. And it's interesting to see her silly grin when she talks about her favorite singers or athletes. For her happiness, I am willing to do some things about her hobby, like taking packages of magazines, photos and pins on her behalf. For, this makes her happy, and sometimes joyful and excited. Nothing is more important than that one feels good.
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