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My annoying neighbours problems are partly from a high need for attention but also a high need for social contact.
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It would be crazy not to be.
But what I fear more is failing to kill myself. I hate that part of me which keeps me alive in this quagmire of filth called life.
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Should I stay here and be miserable or move somewhere else and be miserable?
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I was reminded of a physics lesson at school where the teacher was explaining that everything in the physical world can be categorised as solid, liquid and gas.
As I remember it I asked a question.
What about fire?
I was promptly jeered at by others in my class but the teacher thought it was a good question, one he didn't have the answer to.
In fact I wasn't clever enough to have come up with the question. It was something my grandfather asked me and I couldn't answer. Everyone should have a grandfather like mine. Except for the authoritarian, cranky, foul tempered disciplinarian bit. That wasn't good.
Anyway, fire. My physics teacher went away and asked the question to the other science teachers. At the next lesson he told the class the answer. If I remember it right it went something like this.
Fire is an incandescent semi gaseous solid.
Cool huh? Fire isn't one thing. It's something in transition and as it changes- reacts- it gives off light we see as the flame.
The flame is the incandescence which comes from carbon particles (the solid ish bit) turning into a gas which doesn't act like a proper gas. It's' weighed down' to stay near the fuel source.
So there you go. Fire is magic.
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