Remembering

In this past week, two people have reminded what it was I loved about myself when I first moved to America - why I loved being different, weird.
Thank you Sammy and Dina.

I've noticed that a lot of my acquaintances can have a quite vulgar personality, but then they'll turn around and do the type of thing you were yearning for someone to do ... but no one ever did because they don't think of it; they're incapable of thinking of it. It's not a part of their system, to do such thoughtful actions. Just another cliched message of how you can't judge a book by its cover.