It’s getting easier, forgetting about the past and what made me ultimately want to come to London in the first place.
Well, at least it was getting easier. It’s amazing how it took the ignorance and inconsideration of one person to help remind me what it truly means to be a good person. A true person. A respectful person.
I always give people the benefit of the doubt…more times than I probably ever should. I use to associate one’s background and interests with the person they are. I learned the hard way that, on paper, while this person may seem like the most interesting person in the world, that is almost never the case. To me, I thought, if you knew X number of languages, knew how to play an obscure instrument, etc etc, that makes you special and inherently, an open and interesting person. But that is absolutely not the case.
How you treat others, despite all circumstances, is what matters. I wish some people would realize this simple virtue.