"Jammed"

I think it’s amazing how much a person can impact our lives and not even be aware of it. I think it must be the best feeling in the world to know that you’ve been such an inspiration to someone, that you made a difference. Or how the most insignificant of moments are stored in the deepest compartments and chest of memories, probably forever. Like this time I was in preschool and we were having our "teabreak". The teacher was circulating each table with a tray of jam sandwiches. I remember the sandwiches looking really good what with the jam oozing from the sides and I helped myself to a piece. It tasted pretty bland. The bread wasn’t as soft as I imagined it to be, jam not the right amount of sweet. When the teacher came the second time round and offered me another piece; I took it. Till today I dunno why I did because I had the hardest time trying to finish that second piece.
It’s silly, really but perhaps a lesson in disguise? Like how I shouldn’t judge something just by its looks. Or that greed is bad but, I know these things. Maybe I was afraid of upsetting her. Helping others at the expense of yourself is noble and all that jazz but, sometimes when I look back I ask myself if it was worth it. Maybe this is telling me to stop dwelling on the past. I can’t help but wish I could relive those carefree and conflict-free moments when my inbox used to be filled to the brim with texts from the closest of friends, and there were phone calls at the strangest of times for the longest time. I miss the familiar. This is familiar but it’s a new kind of familiar.
Truth is that things change, people change. Isn’t that such a horrible word.? Change. . I was once told that friends are forever but really, I don’t think anything is anymore. Cause that’s just too vague a word.
And I guess maybe what this is trying say is that I look into things way too much. I mean, it was just a jam sandwich for gosh sakes!!!