Catalysts

There is not a single person in your life who has not taught/will never teach you one thing or another.

One of the shittier people I remember growing up with is someone who made a cutting remark about my chest size in seventh grade at my friend's dad's funeral. And I'll be darned if, in that, the charming little rascal didn't teach me something I'll carry with me for life.

Even the blandest of people can (unbeknownst to them) illustrate why it's important to really give'r.

So that brings me to the good people who have come and gone. Those I've invited and those I've pushed away. People I never really got to know, I'm not going to count so much; but the people I've known have each taught me something I can use, to be sure.

And now I sit, watching a poorly-acted youth-drama on CTV, probably based on Hillary Duff sans the possible drug addiction/eating disorder. And in this, we observe contrast: Some things mean a lot, while others mean less than nothing.

Goodness me!