Giddy
I dunno, blame it on the sugar, the excitement of pyrotechnics, or me being just plain silly, but I’m feeling somewhat giddy at the moment, along with a heck of a lot of sentimentalism.
I went to the Canada Day fireworks celebration tonight with a huge group of my friends and we had a blast. It’s only been an hour or two since it’s happened, but I know this night will stick out in my mind for a long time.
The Sidney fireworks aren’t overly extravagant, and neither is the celebration, (Think maybe a hundred or so people crammed at the waterside.) it’s never really been about the celebration for me either; it’s an excuse really, so I can get to see all my friends at once. While I sat there tonight, jammed in between Cassidy and Francis, sugar coursing though my veins, I looked around at my friends, all of us sitting there with those silly glow-sticks around our necks, the lightshow briefly illuminating their faces sporadically, and it hit me so clearly.
It was just this nearly overwhelming feeling of peace, well, not peace per-se, contentment perhaps? Happiness? I can’t seem to describe this feeling of fullness and content that welled up inside me while we sat there, cracking jokes, laughing, and generally being loud.
…is acceptance the feeling I’m trying to describe?
Is it wrong that it feels to me that I can only really be myself around my friends? That I can say silly things with them without them looking at me like I’m the biggest idiot in the world? They don’t look at me that way, and I’m grateful for that. I do act more differently at home than I do with my friends, I think I don’t restrain myself when I’m with them, and they understand I can be goofy, and serious as well.
I guess all I’m really trying to say here, is that I love my girlies, almost more than anything else, I’m lucky to have them, and I can’t imagine life without any of them.
Happy Canada Day
I went to the Canada Day fireworks celebration tonight with a huge group of my friends and we had a blast. It’s only been an hour or two since it’s happened, but I know this night will stick out in my mind for a long time.
The Sidney fireworks aren’t overly extravagant, and neither is the celebration, (Think maybe a hundred or so people crammed at the waterside.) it’s never really been about the celebration for me either; it’s an excuse really, so I can get to see all my friends at once. While I sat there tonight, jammed in between Cassidy and Francis, sugar coursing though my veins, I looked around at my friends, all of us sitting there with those silly glow-sticks around our necks, the lightshow briefly illuminating their faces sporadically, and it hit me so clearly.
It was just this nearly overwhelming feeling of peace, well, not peace per-se, contentment perhaps? Happiness? I can’t seem to describe this feeling of fullness and content that welled up inside me while we sat there, cracking jokes, laughing, and generally being loud.
…is acceptance the feeling I’m trying to describe?
Is it wrong that it feels to me that I can only really be myself around my friends? That I can say silly things with them without them looking at me like I’m the biggest idiot in the world? They don’t look at me that way, and I’m grateful for that. I do act more differently at home than I do with my friends, I think I don’t restrain myself when I’m with them, and they understand I can be goofy, and serious as well.
I guess all I’m really trying to say here, is that I love my girlies, almost more than anything else, I’m lucky to have them, and I can’t imagine life without any of them.
Happy Canada Day