I often wonder what would happen if something happened to me. No, not die, but ended up injured, and came back with amnesia, no knowing a damn thing about my life.
I wonder, if my friends and family would try and help me remember who I was. I wonder if they would have accepted me for who I was before, and would do their best to help me remember, both good and bad.
Would they help me become the person I was before, or would they all do their best to make me into someone they'd rather have me be.
Is it sad that I wonder that about people I call friends, and those that are my family? What does that say about them, and more importantly, what does that say about me.