I'm not Sara, I only wanted what I thought was best for you.
I'm not Griselda, she's your wife.
I'm not your ex girlfriend, she couldn't see you.
I'm not your personal secretary.
I'm not your booty call.
I'm not your whipping boy.
I'm not your ace in the hole.
I'm not sitting around waiting for any one's call.
I'm not easy.
I'm not willing to be controlled.
I'm not going to start using the "F" word.
I'm not going to start using the "C" word.
I'm not going to start appreciating anyone using the "F" or "C" word.
I'm not going to get lower than a C in Geology.
I'm not a label whore.
You're not my father, you cannot reprimand me.
You're not my boss, you cannot belittle me.
You're not my God, you cannot judge me.
You're not my boyfriend, you have no say.
You are my friend, so be friendly.
I am Shannon.
I am trusting.
I am a friend.
I am a daughter.
I am a sister.
I am a granddaughter.
I am a niece.
I am a cook.
I am a baker.
I am a lover.
I am a fighter.
I am a student.
I am a writer.
I am a singer.
I am a signer.
I am a traveler.
I am a floral designer.
I am goofy.
I am patient.
I am appreciative.
I am layed back.
I am growing.
I am learning.
I am sensitive.
I am passionate.
I am fed up of being seen as someone who I'm not.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
The Crankies
I just can't shake'em; the crankies that is. Am I creating them or is something else. Am I reacting or causing a reaction?
Have you ever had a time in your life when you try to figure out what is real and what isn't. What you've fabricated in your mind vs. what exists? Have you ever put so much thought into it that you begin to drive yourself a little nutty? You haven't...well me neither. But I'm sure if either of us had ever done that it would be maddening. I find it to be a little laughable because I know in a few days I will shake my head at myself and say, "Shan what a waste of effort and time you put into something (the obsessing) so trivial that could have been spent on something better like cleaning, studying, baking, or signing." I guess that's what I'd say if I'd ever experienced obsessing before!
Looking over my blogs I see something common throughout and maybe I dwell on it too much. If you've read them you know; it's love and security. Aren't those qualities one must possess internally before they can completely be appreciated from an external source? I say yes and no. "How can she be such a fence-sitter", you might be asking yourself. Well here's my answer. Absolutely you have to love yourself; be comfortable with yourself , your imperfections as well as you charms; you have to be secure with your abilities, appearance, knowledge or lack thereof; you have to be able to laugh at yourself, goodness knows others will laugh too. The love and security received from an outside source whether it be a boyfriend, girlfriend, spouse, or partner enhances what you already acknowledge as truth about yourself. Experiencing the love and security from another is the most precious gift given and unmatched once received. You learn about life from a different perspective, you gain knowledge from anothers experiences, you learn patience and understand for another way of life. This appears to me similar to the chicken or the egg question: What came first the chicken or the egg.
Now I am less cranky and more sleepy. By blogging I remind myself of my beliefs; what I feel about the world around me; who I allow in that world; and how I respond to them. Also I harness my internal power to deal with fear. Oh yes I have fear, often I am confronted by the monster lurking in the closet. The face of my fear resembles heartache, rejection, ignorance, and complacency. These are horrible toxins that once released into my system destroys all that good and descent. That is a blog for another night. Tonight I've worked though the crankies; harnessed my light; and will change into my pajama's and head off to dreamland.
Yes this is silly but I have a song in my head and I'd like to blog-sing it for you:
Good night my someone, good night my love
Sleep tight my someone, sleep tight my love.
A star is shining it's bright as light,
so good night my someone good night.
True love may be whispered from heart to heart
when lovers are parted they say.
But I must depend on a wish and a star
as long as my heart doesn't know who you are
Sweet dreams be yours dear,
if dreams they'll be.
Sweet dreams to carry you close to me.
I wish I may and I wish I might,
so good night my someone good night.
Have you ever had a time in your life when you try to figure out what is real and what isn't. What you've fabricated in your mind vs. what exists? Have you ever put so much thought into it that you begin to drive yourself a little nutty? You haven't...well me neither. But I'm sure if either of us had ever done that it would be maddening. I find it to be a little laughable because I know in a few days I will shake my head at myself and say, "Shan what a waste of effort and time you put into something (the obsessing) so trivial that could have been spent on something better like cleaning, studying, baking, or signing." I guess that's what I'd say if I'd ever experienced obsessing before!
Looking over my blogs I see something common throughout and maybe I dwell on it too much. If you've read them you know; it's love and security. Aren't those qualities one must possess internally before they can completely be appreciated from an external source? I say yes and no. "How can she be such a fence-sitter", you might be asking yourself. Well here's my answer. Absolutely you have to love yourself; be comfortable with yourself , your imperfections as well as you charms; you have to be secure with your abilities, appearance, knowledge or lack thereof; you have to be able to laugh at yourself, goodness knows others will laugh too. The love and security received from an outside source whether it be a boyfriend, girlfriend, spouse, or partner enhances what you already acknowledge as truth about yourself. Experiencing the love and security from another is the most precious gift given and unmatched once received. You learn about life from a different perspective, you gain knowledge from anothers experiences, you learn patience and understand for another way of life. This appears to me similar to the chicken or the egg question: What came first the chicken or the egg.
Now I am less cranky and more sleepy. By blogging I remind myself of my beliefs; what I feel about the world around me; who I allow in that world; and how I respond to them. Also I harness my internal power to deal with fear. Oh yes I have fear, often I am confronted by the monster lurking in the closet. The face of my fear resembles heartache, rejection, ignorance, and complacency. These are horrible toxins that once released into my system destroys all that good and descent. That is a blog for another night. Tonight I've worked though the crankies; harnessed my light; and will change into my pajama's and head off to dreamland.
Yes this is silly but I have a song in my head and I'd like to blog-sing it for you:
Good night my someone, good night my love
Sleep tight my someone, sleep tight my love.
A star is shining it's bright as light,
so good night my someone good night.
True love may be whispered from heart to heart
when lovers are parted they say.
But I must depend on a wish and a star
as long as my heart doesn't know who you are
Sweet dreams be yours dear,
if dreams they'll be.
Sweet dreams to carry you close to me.
I wish I may and I wish I might,
so good night my someone good night.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Reminder
Thank you Izzy for having dinner with me tonight!!
Tonight grandma, Izzy, and myself had pizza. Grandma was so happy with the cheese pizza. Finally we scored with the food she ate!
Through this blog I am making myself accountable for my feeling and reactions. I am cleaning up after dinner and I am having an overwhelming sense of sadness. My heart physically hurts; it feels like someone is beating my invisible twin. Nothing is out of the ordinary in my world; grandma is fine, my friends are awesome yet I can't shake this feeling. I am reminding myself that I am blessed and not to look at what I don't have but to acknowledge what I do have. Though I don't know if the haves and have nots of my life is what's bothering me. This can't be a girl moment. The feeling that I'm having right now makes me want to burrow my head into someones chest and be held in strong arms. I want to be lost in security and be reassured that all is well in my world. Sadly, I'm looking around and it's just me; me and a dish rag.
I guess this moment is a double reminder; the first is a reminder that I miss sharing moments, dinners, laughs, hugs, dish duty, tv watching, couch snuggling, and bedtime. The second is a reminder that I just had dinner with one of my best friends Izzy and the little love of my life my grandma, we shared laughs, hugs, and later I will watch Survivor with grandma and bring the evening to a close when I tuck her in bed with a kiss on the forehead.
So maybe this is a have/have not blog. I have more than many people have and recognize that the have not portions will one day be filled in but not yet. Not until my life is completely ready to accommodate it. Bummer!
Tonight grandma, Izzy, and myself had pizza. Grandma was so happy with the cheese pizza. Finally we scored with the food she ate!
Through this blog I am making myself accountable for my feeling and reactions. I am cleaning up after dinner and I am having an overwhelming sense of sadness. My heart physically hurts; it feels like someone is beating my invisible twin. Nothing is out of the ordinary in my world; grandma is fine, my friends are awesome yet I can't shake this feeling. I am reminding myself that I am blessed and not to look at what I don't have but to acknowledge what I do have. Though I don't know if the haves and have nots of my life is what's bothering me. This can't be a girl moment. The feeling that I'm having right now makes me want to burrow my head into someones chest and be held in strong arms. I want to be lost in security and be reassured that all is well in my world. Sadly, I'm looking around and it's just me; me and a dish rag.
I guess this moment is a double reminder; the first is a reminder that I miss sharing moments, dinners, laughs, hugs, dish duty, tv watching, couch snuggling, and bedtime. The second is a reminder that I just had dinner with one of my best friends Izzy and the little love of my life my grandma, we shared laughs, hugs, and later I will watch Survivor with grandma and bring the evening to a close when I tuck her in bed with a kiss on the forehead.
So maybe this is a have/have not blog. I have more than many people have and recognize that the have not portions will one day be filled in but not yet. Not until my life is completely ready to accommodate it. Bummer!
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Bitter Blog
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
KISS MY ASS!
Here it is in sign language: ___ __ ___!
Beije minha bunda!
私のお尻にキスを！
Violets are blue,
KISS MY ASS!
Here it is in sign language: ___ __ ___!
Beije minha bunda!
私のお尻にキスを！
Besar mi culo!
Pupă-mă-n cur!قبلة لي الحمار!
Polib mi prdel!
Meaningful in Every Language!
Monday, March 9, 2009
Daydreams
I love to daydream. I've done it since I was a little girl. Waking up early before anyone else was up. Laying in bed, staring at the ceiling running stories through my head. I remember doing this since the Groton house, which means I was little. I do it even now. The day dreams of course are much more fun and exciting now, but I want to make them a reality. I decided I need to stop daydreaming and live.
Here's how this thought began; this morning I was awake before anyone else, laying in bed staring at the ceiling running stories through my head and I realized I need to get my butt out of bed and do what I keep thinking about. I want to have stories to tell my kids (all four of them!). I want to be who I am...uncensored. There are truths that I know about myself regardless of what others hint at. I am thoughtful, smart, outgoing, and interesting; therefore, I need to live as such.
Here's what I know. If you love me you'll keep up or let me run. Always know I'll come back if you let me breath and appreciate who I am. I will do the same for you because you have daydreams that you need to fulfill as well, and fulfilling them makes you who you are. Fulfilling the dreams will make us more fulfilled as people hence fulfilling each others life as well. I never want to be a dream squashier or piss on your pony (as I like to say). Therefore, love me for who I am and I will extend the same courtesy.
So this weekend I lived, I didn't daydream about it (well maybe about the Pier) but I lived it. I feel great, it's an amazing high to just do. To go out and do, to live. I want more.
I know one of my hang ups about doing and living is doing and living by myself. I know some people think that is bad that I can't be by myself. What is a short sighted thought on their part. I am the middle child in a family of four children; when have I ever been alone. From birth I've had the pleasure of experiencing things with someone, sharing with someone. I like to share. I feel like I'm missing out if I can't share. I come from a long line of sharers. My parents loved to teach by doing. We would go, see, and do; very hands on. That is how I am, that's how I like to be, that's how I want to be with my family, that's how I want to be with my friends.
In my early childhood I was very quiet because of my studder and my very outgoing sister. In my teens I was learning my voice and getting my life legs (life legs are the same theory as sea legs except referring to life...got it?), in my 20's I was married and lived for us and our future children. Now in my 30's unmarried, fully acclimated with my life legs, and comfortable with my occasional stammer I am ready to run and play. If I want to go to school, hell that's where I'm going. If I want to make a new friend and he happens to be tall, dark and handsome (wink) then tada he's in my life. If I want to jump out of an airplane, you best be believing I'll be wearing one of grandma's Depends! The world is my oyster.
Like I said earlier there is always room for love. Always room to share my experiences with someone. Always room for them to share theirs with me. But how can I be who I've always dreamed I could be if I don't get out and be me?
Let me tell you a story of a daydream that might have killed something special. I was married once. We were trying to start a family. We bought a house that was the perfect family house. It had enough room, a good yard, in a good school district. It had 4 bedrooms; one of which I didn't do anything with. I kept the door closed because that was going to be the nursery. I closed off part of myself especially for that when what I should have been doing is living. I should have opened the door and decorated! I should have filled the room with love and color, but instead I closed it off, shut it down and dwelled on what wasn't there. What a pity! You see, I'm not going to do that again. I will not shut the door because I don't have something, I will embrace what I do have which is my health, my friends, my youth, my hopes, and my dreams. I will live and decorate my heart with color and love. When the time is right my love and color will enhance someones world and theirs will do the same for mine, until then I will enhance my own.
I will never stop daydreaming I know I will do it even when I'm 90 years old sitting in my recliner staring out the window. Daydreaming is what inspires us, but living is what keeps us going.
Here's how this thought began; this morning I was awake before anyone else, laying in bed staring at the ceiling running stories through my head and I realized I need to get my butt out of bed and do what I keep thinking about. I want to have stories to tell my kids (all four of them!). I want to be who I am...uncensored. There are truths that I know about myself regardless of what others hint at. I am thoughtful, smart, outgoing, and interesting; therefore, I need to live as such.
Here's what I know. If you love me you'll keep up or let me run. Always know I'll come back if you let me breath and appreciate who I am. I will do the same for you because you have daydreams that you need to fulfill as well, and fulfilling them makes you who you are. Fulfilling the dreams will make us more fulfilled as people hence fulfilling each others life as well. I never want to be a dream squashier or piss on your pony (as I like to say). Therefore, love me for who I am and I will extend the same courtesy.
So this weekend I lived, I didn't daydream about it (well maybe about the Pier) but I lived it. I feel great, it's an amazing high to just do. To go out and do, to live. I want more.
I know one of my hang ups about doing and living is doing and living by myself. I know some people think that is bad that I can't be by myself. What is a short sighted thought on their part. I am the middle child in a family of four children; when have I ever been alone. From birth I've had the pleasure of experiencing things with someone, sharing with someone. I like to share. I feel like I'm missing out if I can't share. I come from a long line of sharers. My parents loved to teach by doing. We would go, see, and do; very hands on. That is how I am, that's how I like to be, that's how I want to be with my family, that's how I want to be with my friends.
In my early childhood I was very quiet because of my studder and my very outgoing sister. In my teens I was learning my voice and getting my life legs (life legs are the same theory as sea legs except referring to life...got it?), in my 20's I was married and lived for us and our future children. Now in my 30's unmarried, fully acclimated with my life legs, and comfortable with my occasional stammer I am ready to run and play. If I want to go to school, hell that's where I'm going. If I want to make a new friend and he happens to be tall, dark and handsome (wink) then tada he's in my life. If I want to jump out of an airplane, you best be believing I'll be wearing one of grandma's Depends! The world is my oyster.
Like I said earlier there is always room for love. Always room to share my experiences with someone. Always room for them to share theirs with me. But how can I be who I've always dreamed I could be if I don't get out and be me?
Let me tell you a story of a daydream that might have killed something special. I was married once. We were trying to start a family. We bought a house that was the perfect family house. It had enough room, a good yard, in a good school district. It had 4 bedrooms; one of which I didn't do anything with. I kept the door closed because that was going to be the nursery. I closed off part of myself especially for that when what I should have been doing is living. I should have opened the door and decorated! I should have filled the room with love and color, but instead I closed it off, shut it down and dwelled on what wasn't there. What a pity! You see, I'm not going to do that again. I will not shut the door because I don't have something, I will embrace what I do have which is my health, my friends, my youth, my hopes, and my dreams. I will live and decorate my heart with color and love. When the time is right my love and color will enhance someones world and theirs will do the same for mine, until then I will enhance my own.
I will never stop daydreaming I know I will do it even when I'm 90 years old sitting in my recliner staring out the window. Daydreaming is what inspires us, but living is what keeps us going.
Friday, March 6, 2009
I'm not Ready Yet
So, Dr. V called this morning to see how grandma is feeling; to check if she's gotten any better. My initial response was to say, "She's doing so well", but I know that her sleeping as increased and her body is slowly shutting down. I'm not ready to admit it yet.
I spoke with him about her appetite and how she wants and craves foods but nothing tastes right. He said that it's natural and he won't be surprised if within the next month or so she just stops eating. I not ready for that yet.
He's bringing the Hospice team back in because he doesn't want to wait until the last minute. He said he'd rather they be here for her last months. I'm not ready for that yet.
I thought we lost her last June and I grieved for her; what a miracle to have her here everyday. I'm not ready to grieve again.
She's my grandma who has turned into my little girl; I bath her, feed her, take care of her every need. She needs me for companionship and I need her as she is like my child. Watching her watch TV with that sweet smile on her face warms my heart. Listening to her throw a little fit because the chicken isn't quite the way she use to do it makes me want to kiss you forehead (while on the inside I'm rolling my eyes!). We sit at the kitchen table talking, watching her Soap Opera, solving all the worlds problems. I'm not ready yet.
She doesn't understand why she's still here. She doesn't want to wake up anymore. She's frustrated with her body and her mind. Yet she still opens her eyes every morning. She may be ready, but I'm not ready yet.
I spoke with him about her appetite and how she wants and craves foods but nothing tastes right. He said that it's natural and he won't be surprised if within the next month or so she just stops eating. I not ready for that yet.
He's bringing the Hospice team back in because he doesn't want to wait until the last minute. He said he'd rather they be here for her last months. I'm not ready for that yet.
I thought we lost her last June and I grieved for her; what a miracle to have her here everyday. I'm not ready to grieve again.
She's my grandma who has turned into my little girl; I bath her, feed her, take care of her every need. She needs me for companionship and I need her as she is like my child. Watching her watch TV with that sweet smile on her face warms my heart. Listening to her throw a little fit because the chicken isn't quite the way she use to do it makes me want to kiss you forehead (while on the inside I'm rolling my eyes!). We sit at the kitchen table talking, watching her Soap Opera, solving all the worlds problems. I'm not ready yet.
She doesn't understand why she's still here. She doesn't want to wake up anymore. She's frustrated with her body and her mind. Yet she still opens her eyes every morning. She may be ready, but I'm not ready yet.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Tuesday
I was talking with my friend Sarah this evening and as we were talking about her wonderful husband and marriage; I had a revelation. I feel sorry for Tuesday. It's like the middle child of the week. Monday gets a bum rap because it's the "first day" of the week. Everyone heads back to work or school and the weekend is over. Wednesday is hump day; obvious why that's a great day. Thursday is wonderful because it's the day before the last day of the work week. So all day long you are looking forward to the end of the day so you can start Friday. Friday is margarita day and the start of a weekend. Saturday is the first day of the weekend, you get to relax and enjoy the freedom. Sunday is another wonderful weekend day full of relaxing, final errand for the week, house work, etc; the time is still your own.
What brought me to this revelation was my suggestion to her to have sex with her husband on Tuesdays. That would throw the world off it's orbit. No one pays any attention to poor Tuesday. I think Tuesday should be an important day for sex.
The name in the story has been changed to protect the innocent.
What brought me to this revelation was my suggestion to her to have sex with her husband on Tuesdays. That would throw the world off it's orbit. No one pays any attention to poor Tuesday. I think Tuesday should be an important day for sex.
The name in the story has been changed to protect the innocent.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Fighting Sleep
Sleep is such a necessary part of life. We need it to recharge our batteries. Why do we fight it? Better question, why do I fight it. Here I am laying comfy cozy in my bed running my fingers through my hair thinking, "I really need to sleep". So what do I do? Do I turn off the light, roll over on my belly, skooch down so my feet hang off the bottom of the bed, snuggle my pillow and slip peacefully away to dream land? No way, I kick off my sleeping socks, put my hair up in a messy half done ponytail, flip open the laptop and write. This has become an all too frequent habit. It could only get worse if I go for the Oreo's that are calling my name from the kitchen...must resist the temptation. (munch munch)
Let's ponder, shall we, what is running through my mind. Let's pull apart why at 11:30 pm, while I'm fighting a cold, knowing that I should be in a Nyquil stupor I am here writing about fighting sleep. Exhibit A: Lack of energy expenditure. Likely possibility. Exhibit B: Geology; seismic activity, tsunamis, distractions at the table and I don't mean the cookies. Exhibit C: Gas. ( I must be getting tired because that's funny...let me say it again Gas hahaha) Exhibit D: Loneliness. What I wouldn't give for some strong arms to pull me close, give me a good night kiss, roll over to his side, and sleep with his foot touching mine. Doesn't that sound nice. Exhibit E: Clutter. My room is cluttered. Too much stuff and not enough space. Why do I need all this? Exhibit F: Body temperature; I'm too hot, I'm too cold, I'm too young for menopause. I'm a caregiver I can't sleep as scantily clad like I'd prefer so pink Pj bottoms and a wife beater will have to do. Exhibit G: refer to Exhibits D and A!
Now that we dove into my sleeplessness maybe I should.. give in to the yearning of my eyeballs and let them get some rest. What am I going to miss..by falling fast asleep. Is it what am I going to miss, or that I don't want another day to come and go so quickly? I can't fight how quickly time is passing. In fact...I kinda like it, but consider how precious time is and am sad that it's flying. This can't be what's bothering me. Give me a break, it sounds so Tony Granata like... So why am I fighting sleep? Why don't I just give in to something that I enjoy so very much? Why indeed. I don't think I'll know and really do I care? I need to out smart my brain and retrain it to shut down after a certain time. Plus.....now I'm losing steam. I'm not clever..witty....or .....whatever. I'm winding down...fading....fadnig...fadddng.......NOPE....wait....nope......finaallyy..pea.c.e
Let's ponder, shall we, what is running through my mind. Let's pull apart why at 11:30 pm, while I'm fighting a cold, knowing that I should be in a Nyquil stupor I am here writing about fighting sleep. Exhibit A: Lack of energy expenditure. Likely possibility. Exhibit B: Geology; seismic activity, tsunamis, distractions at the table and I don't mean the cookies. Exhibit C: Gas. ( I must be getting tired because that's funny...let me say it again Gas hahaha) Exhibit D: Loneliness. What I wouldn't give for some strong arms to pull me close, give me a good night kiss, roll over to his side, and sleep with his foot touching mine. Doesn't that sound nice. Exhibit E: Clutter. My room is cluttered. Too much stuff and not enough space. Why do I need all this? Exhibit F: Body temperature; I'm too hot, I'm too cold, I'm too young for menopause. I'm a caregiver I can't sleep as scantily clad like I'd prefer so pink Pj bottoms and a wife beater will have to do. Exhibit G: refer to Exhibits D and A!
Now that we dove into my sleeplessness maybe I should.. give in to the yearning of my eyeballs and let them get some rest. What am I going to miss..by falling fast asleep. Is it what am I going to miss, or that I don't want another day to come and go so quickly? I can't fight how quickly time is passing. In fact...I kinda like it, but consider how precious time is and am sad that it's flying. This can't be what's bothering me. Give me a break, it sounds so Tony Granata like... So why am I fighting sleep? Why don't I just give in to something that I enjoy so very much? Why indeed. I don't think I'll know and really do I care? I need to out smart my brain and retrain it to shut down after a certain time. Plus.....now I'm losing steam. I'm not clever..witty....or .....whatever. I'm winding down...fading....fadnig...fadddng.......NOPE....wait....nope......finaallyy..pea.c.e
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Friends
I don't know the point of blogging; is it to be inspirational to others, is it a journal of thoughts and feelings? I'm just not sure. I know that when I write I am motivated to be pleasant and to come to some understanding about myself and my life. Considering I'm a big mouth I like to share. I don't like keeping things to myself. My sister is the same way; we have thoughts and we must share them or we will explode. Since exploding sounds messy and neither one of us are fans of mess sharing our thoughts is the better alternative.
So, what I'd like to share about today are friends. I love my friends. I love all my friends. My old friends, new friends, friends who are related, ethnic friends, totally white friends, married friends, single friends, friends who are wise do to age, and friends who are wise do to youth, religious friends, spiritual friends, atheist friends, peppy friends, calm friends, school friends, work friends, friends who let me vent, friends who want to vent, friends who want to cry, and friends who want to laugh, friends who don't mind hearing me laugh or cry, friends who have money, friends who are broke. I love my friends who love me because of who I am; with all my imperfections because I love them for theirs. Our imperfections make us perfect; and I love that! I don't know what I would do without my friends. You all are wonderful. Your character is amazing; I'm not just talking to one of you, I'm talking to all of you. Because of you my life is better.
You know something that I've found to be so exciting? I love going out, feeling safe, being accepted, and completely enjoying the company I'm with and being enjoyed as well. It's liberating to talk to people who are open, honest, and unconditionally love. I guess I love that because that's how I feel about all of my friends. No matter the decisions, opinions, thoughts, dreams and hopes my friends have I accept them and love them for being uniquely themselves.
So I guess what I want to say is thank you. Thank you for putting up with me, hanging out with me, loving me and accepting me. Thank you for allowing me the privilege of being your friend.
So, what I'd like to share about today are friends. I love my friends. I love all my friends. My old friends, new friends, friends who are related, ethnic friends, totally white friends, married friends, single friends, friends who are wise do to age, and friends who are wise do to youth, religious friends, spiritual friends, atheist friends, peppy friends, calm friends, school friends, work friends, friends who let me vent, friends who want to vent, friends who want to cry, and friends who want to laugh, friends who don't mind hearing me laugh or cry, friends who have money, friends who are broke. I love my friends who love me because of who I am; with all my imperfections because I love them for theirs. Our imperfections make us perfect; and I love that! I don't know what I would do without my friends. You all are wonderful. Your character is amazing; I'm not just talking to one of you, I'm talking to all of you. Because of you my life is better.
You know something that I've found to be so exciting? I love going out, feeling safe, being accepted, and completely enjoying the company I'm with and being enjoyed as well. It's liberating to talk to people who are open, honest, and unconditionally love. I guess I love that because that's how I feel about all of my friends. No matter the decisions, opinions, thoughts, dreams and hopes my friends have I accept them and love them for being uniquely themselves.
So I guess what I want to say is thank you. Thank you for putting up with me, hanging out with me, loving me and accepting me. Thank you for allowing me the privilege of being your friend.
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