sometimes it's very easy for me to covet other people's dreams. i start to think that these coveted dreams are my own or, in any case, better than my own. some people inherently possess an identity. i've know people who always wanted to be this or that since they were sever or eight. sure enough -this or that is what they become. i wanted to be everything. everything distracts me. thus the reason it's so easy to appropriate other people's dreams. they seem legitimate and interesting -so why not? i think that's why i started collecting degrees. this quirk -or deficit- of mine lends itself very well to a career as a student. i pick up an idea from someone else, spend time exploring it, experience a thumb nail sketch of it and then the cycle starts all over again. i've always felt like i'm running out of time. and with no streets of gold (some variants of christianity) or 40 virgins (somevariants of islam) waiting for me on the otherside i need to experience it all now -but not necessarily live. vicarious is fun too. if the average age that people live to is 74 (plus a year or two) then 37 is middle aged. not 50. middle aged means your time is half way up. and as everyone knows -madion avenue and our consuming culture prefers a "logan's run" outlook to the second half of middle aged.
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has anyone ever done a study on what the average ratio of "nipple + areola" to breast is? i mean i think most people know when they see big areolas. but what is the actual ratio that puts it over the edge. sounds like a prime area to write a research grant for. "dear NIH, ..."