Some people become poetry, some poetry become people. And out of all the poetry and people In the world, rameshylle was my favorite
Person 1: Why do you love your closest friends and yourself even after you know we all have flaws?
Rameshylle: I love myself and I love sharing my love with everyone. Everyone loves me and is drawn to my love. I love everyone and they don't have to be loveable for me to love them. I don't have to be loveable to love myself.
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. Penguin Books,1992. p. 38)