I always think back to that line from "Inception," the one that goes: "They don't come here to dream, sir. They come here to wake up." Or something like that. ~
Sometimes, it will remind me of alcohol and that horrifying way that they drink to function instead of forget ~
And other times, I will remember my grandmother and the moment she looked at me and told me to spend more money, because life was short and you couldn't take gold with you and the time we were talking and she asked me what I had for dinner four times in as many minutes "Yes, the tortillas here are terrible" ~
The ways in which we see them I think my classmates are being uncharitable Because they have never seen someone so broken that they can't remember who you are Even though they have loved you from before you were born