Memories

I think it's funny how one moment you could be there for a friend in need, and the next moment you could be in need of an absent friend. I think it's funny how one moment you could be everything, and the next moment you could be nothing. I think it's funny how you one moment you're wishing you would meet a decent person, and the next moment you're wishing you never met that "decent" person. I think it's a riot. It's hilarious.

No it really isn't. It's not funny. It's depressing. Do you know what I think is funny? I think it's funny how we don't remember days, but we remember moments. So we remember the moments we felt good for helping those in need, or felt important. Then you remember those moments, those terrible little heartbreaking moments, where you feel lonely and irrelevant. You remember that moment were everything was perfect? They were holding you, kissing you, telling you that you were important. You remember that other moment? Where they were screaming at you, calling you worthless and pathetic?

We all remember relevant little details about life. But when it comes down to it, we can never really see the big picture unless it's shown to us. Screw those who say they can see that god damn picture. It ain't real. We remember voices, names, faces, important facts about others' lives. But we never fully comprehend that person. We might connect ourselves with them on a basic level of common grounds, you know, "Oh yeah, the same thing happened to me also." We can put ourselves in their shoes, but we can't ever see through their eyes.