the mark has been made
i usually go about my business with the reservedness derived from a childhood of being left to fend for myself. latchkey kids either learn independence or codependency, i suppose. either way, i try to tread lightly and leave little trace. as such i assume that people take little notice and feel like i'm constantly alone.
but it's sheer fallacy to think that anyone operates in a vacuum, to believe that no one pays heed, to claim that no one cares. nothing made that more clear than last week's activities. it was my birthday and i was lamenting that there wouldn't be any activities or anyone really to share it with this year. i was also dealing with a near suicidal depression, a heavy funk settled in the winter and i was only recently able shrug off. it took the summer solstice to bring me out of it as i suppose my pineal eye was craving the extra daylight that summer brings as i am a summer baby.
but yeah, last week proved me dead wrong. people came out of the metaphorical woodwork to wine, dine and otherwise love me--people that i knew and some that i had barely made my acquaintance. i even had a semi-surprise party at a person's house that i hardly knew. strange times.
i'm at that weird period of life where (some) people's idea of a fun is a dinner party at the country club house. however, i'm still young enough to appreciate the finer points of bar hopping and gelatin wrasslin'. last week's activities encompassed both, and more. just look at the pictures:
i even saw a rainbow on my birthday (for those new to this journ, my name means "rainbow"). and any birthweek that includes margaritas, gelatin wrasslin' and rainbows is a-ok in my book. now i'm going to pay forward some of the love and bring my officemates some lunch.
but it's sheer fallacy to think that anyone operates in a vacuum, to believe that no one pays heed, to claim that no one cares. nothing made that more clear than last week's activities. it was my birthday and i was lamenting that there wouldn't be any activities or anyone really to share it with this year. i was also dealing with a near suicidal depression, a heavy funk settled in the winter and i was only recently able shrug off. it took the summer solstice to bring me out of it as i suppose my pineal eye was craving the extra daylight that summer brings as i am a summer baby.
but yeah, last week proved me dead wrong. people came out of the metaphorical woodwork to wine, dine and otherwise love me--people that i knew and some that i had barely made my acquaintance. i even had a semi-surprise party at a person's house that i hardly knew. strange times.
i'm at that weird period of life where (some) people's idea of a fun is a dinner party at the country club house. however, i'm still young enough to appreciate the finer points of bar hopping and gelatin wrasslin'. last week's activities encompassed both, and more. just look at the pictures:
i even saw a rainbow on my birthday (for those new to this journ, my name means "rainbow"). and any birthweek that includes margaritas, gelatin wrasslin' and rainbows is a-ok in my book. now i'm going to pay forward some of the love and bring my officemates some lunch.