![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
somebodyelsethanyou_987So the other day I hung out with my best friend, who was sad due to the death of one of his rats, Manolito. I talk to her about my life since not much is going on in hers and mine feels like a sitcom most days, and it makes me think of how much happens in my life and also how little.
I mean, compared to her, it's almost like I'm fascinating; however, I think I could engage more with the world. My general motto is that, if you get interested in life, life will get interested in you.
I also went the other day to my grandma's house, and I was told that, apparently, she had a brother who was an alcoholic who ended up as a homeless man and disappeared. Keep in mind that this is the first time in all my life that I have heard about this.
I also found out that my the father of my grandfather fought for the Republicans during the Spanish Civil War and ended up in various concentration camps. Meanwhile, the mother of my grandmother gave shelter to fascist soldiers.
It's weird how life ends up going. How two families so different can end up merging. It makes me wonder if, any day I settle down with someone, how different her family will be compared to mine.
Maybe polar opposites do match.
Anyway, I ended up taking a malevolent toy from her house, which is more than sixty years old. She makes a crying noise when shaken, her hair is made out of animal hair (I hope it's not human hair), she closes and opens its eyes when moved, and my dog hates her and barks at her.
She's definitely haunted, so there's no way I'm not getting holy water. I already asked my Christian aunt for it, and she's going to give me some holy water to keep in line. The name of the doll is Griselda. I gave her the name myself, as my grandmother hasn't given her a name.
By the way, today I went to the theater, and it is ridiculous how many people will just go in sweatpants, unbelievable.
Have a nice day.
I mean, compared to her, it's almost like I'm fascinating; however, I think I could engage more with the world. My general motto is that, if you get interested in life, life will get interested in you.
I also went the other day to my grandma's house, and I was told that, apparently, she had a brother who was an alcoholic who ended up as a homeless man and disappeared. Keep in mind that this is the first time in all my life that I have heard about this.
I also found out that my the father of my grandfather fought for the Republicans during the Spanish Civil War and ended up in various concentration camps. Meanwhile, the mother of my grandmother gave shelter to fascist soldiers.
It's weird how life ends up going. How two families so different can end up merging. It makes me wonder if, any day I settle down with someone, how different her family will be compared to mine.
Maybe polar opposites do match.
Anyway, I ended up taking a malevolent toy from her house, which is more than sixty years old. She makes a crying noise when shaken, her hair is made out of animal hair (I hope it's not human hair), she closes and opens its eyes when moved, and my dog hates her and barks at her.
She's definitely haunted, so there's no way I'm not getting holy water. I already asked my Christian aunt for it, and she's going to give me some holy water to keep in line. The name of the doll is Griselda. I gave her the name myself, as my grandmother hasn't given her a name.
By the way, today I went to the theater, and it is ridiculous how many people will just go in sweatpants, unbelievable.
Have a nice day.
