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Originally Posted by Feanor of the Peredhil
I'm fascinated by my immediate thought regarding this question. Every face, sans one, that comes to mind in this scenario is that of someone exceptionally maternal (and undeniably female).
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When i am thinking about this questions all the faces, which come to my mind (but one), are male. I am male myself. May be that is why.
Now one of this one is really Sam, but i think some are Sam-like in a way or another. (actually Sam can be very narrowminded sometimes, i am happy my friends are not like that. I guess Sam would hate me)
I have (used to have) a good friend. His name is Christian. (I am from Germany, this name is very common over here, i am just telling you because people from other countries always think his name is odd). My name is Christopher. So people called us big Chris and little Chris. I was little Chris. Actually i am one year his senior.. but people always think he is the older one.
however the very first day he saw me big one planned to adopt me. I did not know that back then. I had just moved to another place and it was my first day in the new school. I was scared, i missed my old home. Somehow that evoked his "maternal" instincts.
He came to me smiled at me showed me his trading carrds (back then boys in my country used to trade cards of soccer players) and he let me chose the most beautiful card and gave it to me.
I always hated the bread i had in my lunch box, so i always threw it away and we always shared his.
He married very very young, started his own business (a party service). His wife is pregnant withg his fourth kid now. I on the other hand was fired from two different jobs. Went to college and i am now in the process of earning a degree similiar to your masters degree. We do not see regular anymore... but when we do he still is feeding me. He always brings some food when he visits. As if i did not have any food of my own... and he always goes "do you sleep enough? do you eat enough? You look/tired/pale/cold/frightened/(...)/fill in the blank. " Actually i LIKE this. Other people would hate this, but i like it.
Then there is another friend of mine. His name is Titus. He always cheers me up, when i have a sad moment. Actually you cannot be with him for more then half an hour and still feel sad. He is just to happy and cheerful and brave himself. Wehenever i told him there was no hope (for whatever reason) he made a stupid joke about it. I do not know why, but that helped me a lot. When i am alone i sometimes feel hurt to the core and hopeless and depressed and i am taking m,yself very serious then. Think about suicide...
i am taking myself to serious. when i am with him there is nothing serious and that makes me feel better.
And i am thinking of my aunt and uncle. I live with them and they love me and spoil me and thread me like a kiddie. I am a grown up man now. But they still bake a cake for my birthday, my auntie still scolds me when i go out without my jacket on a cold day.
writing this lines i think that may be i am not grown up enough. However. i am happy and thankful for my Sams.
but however... i think a real Sam would not like me. To his mind i would be an odd person.