When I was little, I used to think that a 50cent coin was as big as my palm. (probably because back then, it was I guess.)
Point that I raise is - what is relative? And what isn't?
Time, we all know, is relative...And beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Shouldn't everything therefore be relative as well? Is the colour *blue* really the same in all our eyes? Does sound, well, sound the same? Do things seem bigger to smaller people, and vice versa?
Guess I'm just feeling a tad too philosophical for a Sunday night. *heh*
Moving away from that to another type of psychocity:
I think my cat is crazy. No. Really. I have two cats, a girl and a boy. Her name is Demi, his is Skit.
She runs around the house, her little tail puffed up, mewing like crazy, attacks her older 'brother' Skit, and then darts back to my bedroom to cuddle up under the sheets like nothing's happened. Then she comes out to eat Skit's regurgitated food, and declines dinner that I serve her... (I didn't know about it until my friend told me about it - the vomit I mean. I was like, "Why didn't you stop her!?!?!?! EWWWWWW!!!!")
Yep. I have one crazy cat. :S Will post pictures of the two of them up soon.
In the mean time, my best wishes to all of you. I'm working to make this week an amazing one. Anyone else? ;)