Two things brought a tear to my eye today. First up was a lovely card at work from some little girls saying "thank you for looking after our daddy". My eyes were ever so slightly moist. Second up was Max on Neighbours saying that he didn't want Boyd to remain in a coma forever "he's my beautiful boy". I bubbled my eyes out. Just goes to show, eh?
Something that should have made me cry was the Fantastic Four movie last night. It was comically (no pun intended) bad. I rather got the impression that the character of The Thing was meant to be teaching us something about not judging people on their appearances. Once he'd been transformed into a hulking brute made out of stone, his wife ran away from him and people recoiled in terror. As luck would have it he met a blind girl who fell in love with him. Are spotty, overweight, and ugly teens all over the world now desperately searching for stunning, blind girlfriends? Ross questioned whether blind girls would like to rub against a block of sandstone. Which illustrates how little he knows about girls.
That reminds me of a documentary I saw about a boarding school for blind children. One of the pupils was saying that the nice thing about relationships between two blind people was that shallow ideas of beauty played no part in their relationship. 'Aw, that's so nice', I thought. . .then two seconds later: 'Christ! You could do better than him, pet!'
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Here man it's still a shock to me that girls are made out of sugar and spice and all things nice.
Odd how people feel they have to be careful when discussing the blind yet they can say what they want about the deaf.
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