Do people care about other people? Truthfully, I don't think so. There are moments when it feels like one single person does not matter at all. Aside from friends and family, that person would make no difference. The kid that sat behind him in math class could have hurt him without knowing it. The pastor at church could have changed his entire thinking and never know that he scared him into fearing a higher power. His mom could have given him one memory when he was little, the only memory he has before she died that same day in a car crash.
Obviously, I have worked differently before, so there's no exceptions here. When I talk to someone, I want to know their life story. I am so afraid of being forgotten. I can't stand the fact that one person has so many experiences, and the vast majority of them honestly don't matter. So when people say that I don't need to know what's wrong with them that day or why they like coke over pepsi or why the hate watching horror movies or why the sunshine is the one thing that makes them happy, it's not true. I want to know everything because no one deserves to be forgotten.
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