“People only see what they want.” Thought terminating cliché, or excessive summarization of basic tendencies?

This means more to me than my [lack of] skills can portray. Maybe it’s the sun that makes it feel like fifth grade. Probably the lack of definition. That place brings me memories of wonderful heart skipping a beat feelings. Being there was nice, coming home was still upsetting.

Most bizarre accosting ever:

Security Guard: You know, this is Coast Guard property
Bryan: I’ll be out of here in a minute, I’m just painting.
S: You’re what?
B: Painting.
S: Oh, you’re the artist
B: Well, I guess I’m an artist [confused]
S: You’re painting the container yard?
B: Yeah.
S: Yeah, we’ve seen you on the cameras.
B: Uh, ok. Well, I’ll be out of here in a minute anyhow.