Somewhere deep down. 
I’m a snob. 
Not a money snob. 

Maybe a taste snob. 

A swag snob. 
And I had my snobbery sliced and diced by a woman whom I deeply admire. 
And it was so good for me. 
It began with her respect for red toilet, where I smirked, she smiled with child-like enthusiasm. 
And sometimes, that’s all you need to ground you a little. 

Shake off the dust a little. 

And love what you already have. 

A little.