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its intresting how people cope with there day to day life and comments that are thrown in among the way, the way people structure there lives amaze me, how people are lazy or how people are to orginized, the way that a pair of socks on the floor can annoy someone, or like myself a picture frame thats out of place.
the actions of someone you talk to say so much about what the person is thinking, the way the defend themselves when they are talking, or the way they are truley into what you say, its true that actions speak louder than words, they give out the true meaning and feeling of someone.

in a conversation with someone today, they decided to throw the odd comment in about someone that was actully a friend of mine, to there horror i decided to just tell them, the look upon there face was a picture, not as in a way of being mean or tryin to sound bitchy, but just the look as i kept calm and ask them politly to stop, its not something i would really do often, but on this occasion i did, but to my own horror they kept on dropping slight things into the conversation, iv never been one to like anyone downgrade or make remarks about a friend that are worth sticking up for, its not about having a row, its about showing how much of a friend you really are, you would like them to do the same for you right?... you wouldnt want someone to have sat there and slagged you off and for your friend to have sat there and taken it and not commented on how unappropriate it was, and how they would have liked them to stop, but really just let them carry on. its something that annoys me intenstly, it actully pisses me off to a state were if its serious enough i will comment to that person in a sly way the next time i see them. but as for the friend, ... what a nice mate you are, it shows how much you care and how much you would stop something. it shows yourself that really to look out for number one and the ones that you think care, actully dont, so you can give the i dont give a fuck to everyone now, seeing as the slyest comments that are made to someone about yourself wernt even rebeled against, or even had a word to try and end the comment. you get to no people, you see how pathetic and how they carnt actully stand up for anything incase there could be a slight face remark in the raise of an eye brow, god forbid if a eye brow was raised. its not in the need for a rigmaral, just the words of, you have gone to far, or maybe even, na move on. but.... its to hard they just let them carry on, and let there friend see how much of a good mate they actully are, but it made me stop and think, how true i can be to my mates, and why i would tell someone to stop.

ive always found something intreaging about old tramps, the ones with the trolleys, the suitcases, the emotional baggage that you see trailing behind them with there sleepy black bagged eyes. it makes me want to no why they are there, what made them end up on the streets and all the other thoughts that could possibly cross your mind. tramps always seem to have 1 item of clothing that you no they wear all the time, wether it be a certain jacket a pair of shoes or a scarf, in this case its a pair of shoes, a tramp that trails round newcastle with a supermarket trolley and her suitcase inside ( least she has the right idea ), has a pair of brown cowboy boots that have seemed to get to small for her over the years, now and again she will sit in a door way with her shoes off and show her rancid and stomach churning feet, her toenails are black and her feet look like they have trailed threw bins for the majority of there life, which quite possibly they have. but why does she wear these boots, i no, becuase thats all she has right? ... wrong. they get given things from charity shops and you crnt tell me that they wont have a pair of shoes in her size? so why does she keep them on? i would love to ask her, but no way, its not my place and i think i would die going near her im sorry to say, but what is it with all of these items that are kept for so long? is it part of something that happened before they lived on the streets?