The kitten that I bought you as a gift just died. Tell me again, when did you say you were going to pick it up?

I’ve been wanting to write this for a while. I find it ironic that I haven’t, given the subject. Life is complicated because people’s priorities differ. Be it family or friends, business or pleasure, or even which course of a three-course meal you choose to eat first. It is all a sequence of events. Dominoes, fragments that make up your life, stacked one after the other. There’s no pattern, no specific placement. Everyone has a different arrangement. Any similarity is mere coincidence, it holds no value. What does hold value is where you are in the quadrant of another person’s priorities. Being who I am and what you mean to me, I put you first, which is odd, because it feels like you put me last.