Memories are mental snapshots. Regardless, of how good or bad the memories are, you cherish them.
Good memories make me smile and/or laugh upon recollection. The memories I shared with those who have passed on are really special to me. Those memories are all I have to remember them by.
For me, bad memories are a reminder of what not to do again. Some of which make me shudder upon recollection. Yeah, it’s that bad. While painful, the lessons I learned were valuable. If I stepped in shit once, why the hell would I willingly step in shit again?
Memories can either work for you or they can hold you hostage. The decision is yours to make.
Those who are “less than intelligent” should be taxed for having to exist with the rest of us. I would call it a stupid tax, but someone would find that offensive *insert eye roll here*.
By no means does intelligence equal common sense.
Manners will get you places that intelligence cannot.
You can rub wet sticks together all you want, but there will be no fire.