Interesting Thought....

So I just wrote a long letter to Whren. I’m not sure I’ll mail it, but I kind of feel good having written it. I haven’t been able to get his strange reaction to me out of my mind. Maybe he hasn’t had a great life. Maybe he’s one of those people who doesn’t want people from the past to see him, Hell I want all the people from my past to see me. No doubt about that. .It’s interesting how people change and mature. The weirdo next door wasn’t always weird…the mean bitch who yells at all the dogs wasn’t always mean…the cranky guy was probably a handsome young man abut town, always up for a good time . I once knew a woman, a designer I swear the woman never smiled she was always in the dumps. I tried to talk to her and cheer her up. She was comfortable with who she was. She found her spot, and yet most of the world found her nasty and abrasive. When I fired her she had no idea what I was talking about. Yet I couldn’t see for one minute how she could not have known how she was perceived by the rest of the staff and clients. I would have staff meetings where all the staff would talk openly about the goings on in the store. Some one would inevitably bring up smiling acting friendly toward each other, as well as clients of ones own and each others. She had no idea they were speaking of her. I wonder often on the other hand if really nice sane people know how nice they are? When I was a little boy there was a woman 3 houses down she was very old probably at least 60. I cannot think of what she looked like but I can remember how sweet she was all the neighbor hood knew Mrs. Burnham she was the nice lady in the brown house. When our dog got run over by a car she went out and moved her out of the road so the boys wouldn’t come upon her on the way home from school. What a sweet memory of a little old lady. I hope some day some one remembers something sweet about me. Guess I’d better hurry up and do something SWEET…..