Where I work we serve a lot of food in boxes.  These boxes come in huge, vacuum-sealed bags.  Bags filled with boxers.  That’s the first problem.

Every day we use hundreds of these boxes and my boss always asks me to fold ALL of them.  I never really mind though; in fact, I’ve always secretly enjoyed it.

I like to pretend the bag of boxes is my manager’s face, and I’m all smiles for the 8 seconds it takes for me to rip the tight shrink-wrapped cellophane flesh from his face.  

It’s incredibly gratifying.

Sometimes it takes something incredibly dramatic for you to realize what you’ve already know for a very long time.  Most of my favorite people are very observant, but only towards others, not towards themselves.

No matter how much you think you love somebody, you’ll step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close.