Day 2: Something that someone told me about me that I never forgot

When I think about it, there hasn’t been many things I remember people say to me about me. There are occasional fly comments, like “you’re funny” or “your dress is pretty”, but none of these chauvinistic words really stick because their purpose is to provide momentary appreciation, after which they dissolve in the vastness of my mind.

These words don’t mean anything most of the time. Sometimes it is a matter of the moment when I am out with friends and I make what I think is a funny comment, they laugh and we all move on. These moments just don’t have a place in my head, which I — to be honest — fill with more important memories than with things that have been said.

Yet between all this I find that I always remember how this or that person made me feel, and this is what I value more than words that come out of their mouths.

There is a striking contrast in purpose of words and in purpose of actions, and only occasionally do both match the intent of the speaker.

Saying one thing but doing the opposite, or not doing it at all, or doing it three days later — that is what I remember.

I’ve met people who promised me things and have never delivered them, no matter how much time has gone by or how many constructional conversations we had.

Of course, there are good people that help create good memories. These I value more, but ironically they are harder to remember — because it really has been proven that bad memories stay with us longer than the good ones. If that is so, the world must be a mean void with cold human meat suits that are angry at everything. But it is very easy to change things around.