A toxic person who hurts their loved ones, makes all the wrong decisions and yet thrives. Their choices are woefully painful and awkward, not only for them to live through but also for those who merely sit at the fence and watch them. And yet these choices make for an authentic journey of a person thinking selfishly and only ever in the moment.

I, for one, don’t know many such people but have had brief flashes of being one every now and then. Somehow I feel the intensity of these toxic people and the exaggeration of their own state (whether in person or in their heads) makes them for a treat to watch. But to be living through the flesh, skin and bones of that kind of a life by whether being that person or by being with that person, might ruin lives.

Those who have lived with me might agree that this is a kind of a curious sentiment, but a wholly relatable one. For as messy, selfish and altogether irresponsible as I am, when I shower love, warmth and passion I could also undeniably charming. Maybe the kind of person who blows into your life like an inescapably perfect storm. Leaving shreds in their wake.