Desperateness sometimes makes us do something that gives someone, or some people, the impression that we suffer from forgetfulness.

Some people are so impatient that they ask you for a favour as soon as they are done complimenting you.

During a funeral, the corpse receives way more affection, love, or attention, from some people, than was ever received, from those people, by the person the corpse used to be.

Every relationship is, to each party, ultimately about them.

You are sometimes the person who someone who seems, to you, to feel like killing themselves, feels like killing.

Some people do not have a problem with them continuing to like or love you, as long as you continue to like or love them.

Some people seem to see a conversation as a competition to see who can talk the longest and the most often.

It is humbling to realize that what you hate (the most) about someone is actually what they love (the most) about themselves.

We sometimes spend a trillion on a fight over a hundred.