I had just made it out of my lane, sliding and veering onto the properly plowed main road, when I was startled by the noise of a Tyrannosaurus Rex stomping on my back windshield and trunk. Yelling for help, I looked in my rear view mirror and saw the crusty, snowy layer that once dwelled on my roof crashing onto the clean, dark road. So much for my dinosaur theory.

I was given some advice about someone I recently had a 'run in' with, someone that not only caused irritation and frustration because of his actions, but because of the way I had reacted to them as well. It's something I would rather not talk about. Anyway my valiant and wise cousin said the best way to deal with such people is to convince oneself absolutely and completely of one's own superiority and, to quote, awesomeness. Unquote. I decided not to try this particular method. Still I was glad to talk to my cousin. 

It occurs to me that silly things, insecurities and past embarrassments, play far to big a role in our lives. My life. What's so wrong with just liking the person you are now?