I wonder some times the common thread between all the people that like me. What they see, hear or read. Some thing in themselves makes some thing in me acceptable.
More pertinently I wonder what is the common thread between people who don’t like me. The friends who became strangers, the lovers that have become hurtful memories, family members who don’t recognise me and a part of me that never understands myself.
If all these people had to come together and exchange notes, I am curious what they will find in common. Some thing about me for sure. My money how ever is on what they will find common in themselves.