Firework City

Fireworks and crackers are thought to scare off evil spirits. It certainly scares me when one explodes right outside your window during a quiet afternoon. Does that make me evil? I've always been a lover of fireworks, and even during the day and despite the proximity to my head, I still love 'em.

This week has been good and strange in many ways. The last 7 days have been a massive overload of information. It has also been like that time when you are the new kid at school and you are in 'friend making' mode, on your best behaviour and not fully being yourself yet. Then I got to thinking about who we make friends with and why. At this age it is unusual to be starting from scratch like this, so it is interesting to think about who we gravitate to and what influences that. Do we inherently seek out people who understand our language, customs and humour? I definitely understand why communities (in Australia) like Sunnybank, Redbank and the Oxley area form. People just want to be with people who understand them and who they can understand. Do most people think that a language barrier is also a barrier to a friendship? I don't agree, but I do think that laziness prevents some of us from making the effort to go outside our comfort zones.