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I just realized how very little I know about one of the dearest people to me in my life. I have no idea what her favorite color is, nor her favorite type of candy, and that really bothers me. I'm afraid that it means I've been told these things time after time and just wasn't listening, or that I heard them, but felt no compulsion to remember them. It's a scary thought. I think one of the just meanest things you can do to a person is make them feel (whether intentional or not) like they are not important. And not knowing little bits of information like favorite food and whatnot is important. It's the little things. It's just very upsetting.