“And if our always is all that we gave and if some day, you take that away, I’ll be all right, if it was just till St. Patricks Day.” –John Mayer Someone once told me that she found Mayer to be shallow. Given what I knew of her life,

What is it about life that makes things so circular? How is it that things that have happened to me so many times end up happening to others around me? I have lost track of the number of times where I found myself spending time with a good female friend,