I was once compared to a plum by a guy I knew. His argument was that I could be really off-putting, to quote him lightly. I have this very thin layer that is harsh and bitter to experience if someone were to first meet me. But that once he was able to break the skin, which he insisted wasn't very tough for those who cared enough to try, that it was the sweetest thing he'll ever know.
I remember his words more than his face. I find it hysterical that so few words said can significantly impact, sway, dehumanize, motivate, revolutionize, uplift, or even-- linger in someone's memory, long after the person who spoke them has gone.
Humans are reactionary. If you've ever gotten into a fight with a loved one, you will know this to be true. She will say, "I did X because you did W." He will then say, "I did W because you did V." Nothing will ever be solved. But promises to better will be made and time will reveal to us and to them, whether that really is true.
This makes me feel like words are our real legacy. That things you say could be forgotten like the name of a friend you just met, or they can stay with you like a comparison to a piece of fruit, some random boy made about you.
I know that my words have not left everyone feeling my sweetness, especially in my younger years. I am sorry for that but I am aware of this power now. Words are like air, abundant in most instances. For the most part, people never really are at a loss for them, especially in this technological age. Something one can casually say can affect someone else profoundly. I don't ever want anyone to feel low because of me. That would break my heart. So I move and speak in certain ways. I choose less over more. I strive for memorable but am contently happy with forgettable. Just as long as I am not haunting. I wish more people cared about that too.
These are my random thoughts for today.