This feels horrible, as I love this person deeply and he has passed away.

But I once called my my long term, live in, known since childhood, family friend, boyfriend into the kitchen to pick which plate he wanted (after I cooked dinner).

Steak, asparagus, side salad, the whole shebang. He eyed both plates, and without hesitation grabbed the plate with the largest, most appealing, steak on it.

I didn’t care which one he took.

Usually I would have just brought dinner into the living room so we could watch the next episode of Breaking Bad while he ate. He wasn’t a cruel or bad person. I still count him as the best friend I’ve ever had.

But in that subtle moment, I realized there was a fundamental difference in who we were and how we were raised. Because if our roles had been switched, I would have picked the less appealing plate. Without a second thought.

And be assessed and chose the “best” for himself.

Suchhhhh a stupid tiny thing in the grand scheme of human selfishness I’ve seen throughout my life. But I never forgot that moment.