Nope, definitely do NOT have time for this right now . . .
. . . So here goes! I have no time. Like, zero zilch nada time. There are a million things I have to do before Christmas, ok a coupla things I have to do and a million-minus-a-coupla things I very much WANT to do, and here I am, spending precious last-day-off-before-Friday-evening time plinking away at the computer. Actually, I came in to read Leslie's second-to-last post which I got about three lines into before I had to leave last time, but now that I'm here I feel the urge to leave a few words in cyberspace.
I miss you Leslie, by the way, and wish I could wave a magic de-stress wand for you. You sound so upset, and really shouldn't this be like some very happy times for you? I hope Christmas at home proves to be fun and relaxing and relatively drama free. People can be assholes and I'm really sorry about that. A really nifty Christmas gift would be to be able to cast some kind of spell on your friend so that for a whole day, everyone she encounters is not an asshole at all. Oh well. So instead I just hope you're able to feel happy and good about yourself anyway. Liking yourself and your life is so much more pleasant than not. And I hope things get pleasant for you, because it sounds like you could use some certifiable pleasant-ness. Love, Liz.
Oh I just thought of something. You know the Scheer syndrome you were talking about, where a million people "love" you a LOT and they make that perfectly clear every moment through their actions and words? Well I just got to thinking, if you're not one of those Scheer-like people, in terms of the steady rush of "I love you"s and "you rock"s and "you're the most amazing person in the world ever"s, well, then I think it's actually nicer. Because it just occurred to me how incredibly glowy happy it makes me to hear someone say something nice about me or to give some thoughtful complement or to say "I love you." If I heard that all the time, it probably wouldn't matter to me, or wouldn't seem authentic, or both. So kudos to people who are blessed with feeling like a princess when they are complimented and appreciated and told that they are loved.
I'm not sure what I felt like writing in the first place, and the ginormous ball of gingerbread dough in the fridge is calling, so I'd better bounce. To anyone reading, I hope ya'll have a perfectly lovely holiday and odds are, you're missed by a girl in Jackson as well. Wish me luck with all my Christmas prep!
I miss you Leslie, by the way, and wish I could wave a magic de-stress wand for you. You sound so upset, and really shouldn't this be like some very happy times for you? I hope Christmas at home proves to be fun and relaxing and relatively drama free. People can be assholes and I'm really sorry about that. A really nifty Christmas gift would be to be able to cast some kind of spell on your friend so that for a whole day, everyone she encounters is not an asshole at all. Oh well. So instead I just hope you're able to feel happy and good about yourself anyway. Liking yourself and your life is so much more pleasant than not. And I hope things get pleasant for you, because it sounds like you could use some certifiable pleasant-ness. Love, Liz.
Oh I just thought of something. You know the Scheer syndrome you were talking about, where a million people "love" you a LOT and they make that perfectly clear every moment through their actions and words? Well I just got to thinking, if you're not one of those Scheer-like people, in terms of the steady rush of "I love you"s and "you rock"s and "you're the most amazing person in the world ever"s, well, then I think it's actually nicer. Because it just occurred to me how incredibly glowy happy it makes me to hear someone say something nice about me or to give some thoughtful complement or to say "I love you." If I heard that all the time, it probably wouldn't matter to me, or wouldn't seem authentic, or both. So kudos to people who are blessed with feeling like a princess when they are complimented and appreciated and told that they are loved.
I'm not sure what I felt like writing in the first place, and the ginormous ball of gingerbread dough in the fridge is calling, so I'd better bounce. To anyone reading, I hope ya'll have a perfectly lovely holiday and odds are, you're missed by a girl in Jackson as well. Wish me luck with all my Christmas prep!