(Tried to reduce the size of the pic for sensitive viewers... By the way, they are TWINS )
Recently I saw a few pictures (and a directors cut) of twin brothers who happen to be models. Initially I thought ..."cute"... As I went through more pictures, they uhm... as my friend would put it, left a lot to be desired.
Which brings me back to the matter at hand. One time I was sitting with a friend and we were talking about life... Our struggles, obstacles, etc. The only interesting thing about this conversation is that, as soon as I mentioned my misfortune, my friend became alert. I mean pupils dilated, whole attention on me. Could have sworn I saw gratification and a sense of superiority in the expression. Confusing... I know...
Later, looking back at what happened, I didn't understand how one can find joy in someone's pain. The sad truth is, we do... Me included... It's puzzling how someone else's misfortune can make someone feel better about their misfortune. Its like feeling better about your obesity state because there is someone fatter (lack of a better word at the moment) than you out there. Looking at reality, it is quite sad because regardless, you are still susceptible to many health issues. Back to the friend, it was like measuring their worth compared to someone else. Yet we find it acceptable in today's world.
When did it become so hard to tell "friends" when they are going down the wrong path? When did we start justifying our wrong acts with "I have seen worse things out there..."?
I saw the Patriota twins and said cute, but in all sense, brotherly love has no limit, some pictures are just art but then again...*shrugs*
*But then again, this is just me...*shrugs*
If you don't get the "art" part, shame on you!
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