Sometimes I forget that there's more to people than just what I see.

For example: My mom.

When I think of my mom I think, "Okay. She's just my mom." Usually I don't think of her as a chiropractor who has a successful practice, or as a woman who goes to ballroom dancing weekend getaways, or as a significant other who has been living with her Man for the past 5 years. No, I don't think of any of those things. I just think of her as Mom.

The same goes for my good friend Byron. I see Byron almost every day. I'll see him in the morning when he's hungover. I'll see him in the afternoon when he's been working hard and he's exhausted. I'll watch him eat his soup and get some on the corners of his mouth. And because I see all that I get a little desensitized to him (like a virus to anti-biotics), and it escapes me that he's also an amazing writer.

But then he'll go and write something like this, and he'll remind me of what I overlook so easily.

...Maybe I should start looking closer at everybody.