To know me is to love me… Ever heard that one?
I have. I’ve believed in it. I’ve held it close to my heart. And I’ve used it as an explanation for every disappointment I’ve ever had. That and the fact that people are idiots.
And as much as I still agree with the latter, I’m afraid the time has come to reconsider the former. If you know me, you’ll know I’m not that big on the reconsidering. I don’t exactly have have rethink Saturdays and reestablish Sundays.
But still, I wish to ask…
What if we knew others to love them? Or better yet, didn’t care beyond a point?
Would we be somehow happier? More fulfilled?
I wish I knew.
And if you know me, you’ll know that’s rather a problem.
P.s. People are huge idiots. And you can quote me.
