Personal history lesson

You never really know someone after meeting them. It takes a while. It doesn’t matter if you have long conversations, similar likes and dislikes, or exchanges of bodily fluids. Not long after, a concept is based on what you know, and this “person” is created in your mind.

But, sometimes that image is blurred when other, more knowledgeable, opinions come in to play. There are other people who know this person more than you do. But, should you believe what they say, or learn about them on your own?

It’s like a history lesson: Should you read up on the past to know a little more about the present? Each word gets you more interested. Every action, more aroused.

Although I don’t think Jewish people would say, “So Hitler killed many of us, but you have to admit he was a snappy dresser!” I do believe they’d give him a chance if they knew nothing about his plans for world domination.

This person can be different things to different people, but you have to spend the time with them to know who they really are.

In the end, a potential friend/lover can be an amazing person, but if they start talking about how much they love Auschwitz, I won’t ever answer their calls.

Note: So sorry the phone died last night. But, it ended quite nicely. Huge thank you.