Why do I keep forgetting that being around friends does me good?
Today sucked at work. Been so slow, what with people not so much about getting glasses during the beginning of the holiday season, and all. I wind up in too much silence and wind up feeling angry about everything, thinking too much. Then my coworkers get concerned or grumpy back at me. Killed time for about 2 hours trying to manufacture a box out of cardboard to ship off some unused equipment. Finally I said I was done f'ing with it at 5:00 and headed out. I figured I'd make a cameo at Gretchen's, drop off her present, offer to help with setting up, then head out when things got social. I really didn't think I felt up to having a lot of people around. But got to helping plate the cheese, cutting pita bread, and sweeping up the dust bunnies, then sat down and talked a bit with John. Next thing I know, Dan and Chelle are there, then Kate, Reggie, and Carolyn, and there's a fire pit going on in the backyard with hypnotizing flames. Talking about life's crap, then eventually just shootin the sh*t really helped me out. I don't know why there can be that tendency to curl up and tell the world to go f*** itself when I get to feeling bad, but I'm glad that sometimes I get forced to do something fun sometimes, too. So, thanks to all my friends. You guys are made of awesome as well (see, Cy? I told you I was going to steal that!). I wouldn't have made it this far without all of you, and certainly wouldn't have kept up my sanity. At least the part of my sanity that matters, anyway. This has probably been my first bit of meaningful babble on LJ. Hum. You're welcome. Much love to all.