Looking at the different ways my sister and I approach life, I'd decided people are either peaches or they're lobsters. My sister is all tough and crusty on the outside. You'd never know if something is bothering her. The few times her defences were breached, though, she practically collapsed. Like a lobster. All the toughness is on the outside.
Me, I've taken a beating in my life, too. But somehow I've managed to remain sensitive and open to people. I'm an open book. Sure, it leaves me open to attack, but I have a core of strength not obvious to everyone. Try and punch me down and all you get is skinned knuckles. I'm a peach.
I like peaches.
Just a reminder to enjoy our differences on the board, even if we're talking to a blazingly crusty lobster or a soft, juicy peach.