Appreciate people

Xury didn't die. Rob sold him.
That is ironic- you'll see why by the end of this blog. I hope.

I've always thought a lot about things. I think I can attribute that to many things. Allow me to speak on two. Number one, I am an only child. When I tell people that they tend to understand right away. I hear, "well that makes sense" or, "I could have guessed that". I think it has something to do with my selfishness but I also think that it has something to do with my independence/stubborness as well. I've always had my own mind about things, and those that challenged my way of thinking needed to be squashed like a bug with my cruel tongue, or ignored and labeled as radioactive material or as a bag of horse shit. I can tell that thinking things over and over again is partly due to my "only childness".
The second thing that I feel makes me an over thinker is my dear mother. I think I've heard her say exactly what she means six times. I can remember those times because they allowed me to understand how she felt right away and didn't involve me looking into things, asking questions, and coming up with my own conclusions. It was nice. For the other times though, I think those trained me to hear one thing from people and to believe another.

What I wanted to write about tonight was how people enter and leave our lives so frequently, sometimes to great sorrow and some not soon enough, which is how Xury and Robinson Crusoe were. In and out of each others lives. Call me a sentimental wah-wah, but because of my darn thinking, I have come up with a conclusion about people in our lives. They are precious. Your third grade teacher, the gas station attendant who looks you in the eye and says have a great day and means it, your best friend in elementary school who you have no idea where he is now, your first crush, those people who have hurt you and made you cry until tears wouldn't come, and those who made you laugh with joy until tears were in your eyes. There are countless people in our lives and they make a difference in who we are and how we think. I don't think we really give a damn for people who are starving on the street until we meet someone who is starving. Now, I'm not saying that the person who flicked you off the other day because you pulled in front of them in traffic will alter your life, or that the man at the groccery store who lets you go ahead of him because you only have three items will melt your heart enough to give money to the Alzheimers Association, but don't dismiss encounters as just encounters. People are brought into our lives for a reason, and vice-versa.

All this so I could tell you to appreciate people. Funny how something so simple to say turns into a rant at 12:30am. If I am to do anything with my life, taking chances with my heart has to be a part of that. Will you open yours?