I wonder...

God made us different from one another.

I've met some very lovely people.
They exude warmth, friendliness and they're genuinely nice.
It's almost as if they were made with flowers, chocolates and ice cream dipped in chocolate fondue.

It's easy to love them.

And I wonder,

Is it easy? For me.
Do people find it hard to love me? Or does it take a lot for them to?

I'm damn sure I'm not a very lovely person.

But I wonder how much it takes.

It's like, I look at my dad. Man is it a chore to love him.
I'm not afraid to broadcast it because it's so very true.
Some people walk around with pricks perpetually etched in their hearts.
This is one of mine.

And then, there are those whom you simply love to hate.
It's as if these people were made with thorns, brambles and 5 day old rotten fish, and their existence was sealed with a century old curse.


So yea, I guess I'll strive to be someone who's easy to love.
Someone who receives flowers, eats chocolates & ice cream and gets a dip in a chocolate fondue. :)

Xxxx

Robsie goes to Phuket without ME today.
I was devising a way to kidnap him.
But I fell asleep.
Ughhhhh.