I think people are a little like these fasteners. They connect us to activities and other people.
Sometimes, these connections are sturdy like a staple or tape and other times, they’re prone to separate when fastened lightly like a paper clip.
I have other people in my life that act like a brad. They’ve left a permanent mark. If a place wasn’t made for them, they punched a hole to connect. Sometimes, the holes are good and sometimes, bad.