Thinking Happy Thoughts
Between re-reading the Harry Potter books (for various boredome-related reasons) and random introspective thoughts, I came to the subject of Patronuses, and the happy thoughts that produce them. Now I'm sure lots of people have given a great deal of thought to what animal their hypothetical patronus would take. (I think mine might be some kind of
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The day I met Cat. I was this lonely kid, almost done with a gradeschool where everyone made fun of me and my "best friend" wouldn't even speak to me. My Dad had a friend who liked "dragons and that Japanese stuff" and they arranged a sort of playdate.
We clicked right away. There was much squeeing over silly fandom things (like her DBZ manga) and general silly jokes. Her sister was watching Mulan, and we sang along with "Reflections" even though I was always too nervous to sing around people, especially new ones. Her uncle had barbecued steak and satueed mushrooms, and our families watched Independence Day and ate the best dinner ever, and all the while, we just clicked.
And because of Cat...I don't even know where to begin. I met my highschool friends, who are still a tight-knit group today. I grew and matured as a person and an artist. I had the confidence to try out for hard art classes and an art college where I met even more wonderful people (you!). I went to my first (and every subsequent) convention because she planned the whole thing. I made it to Black Belt because she coached me. Heck, she walked me through a haunted house, holding me the whole time, so I would make it. I rolled and tumbled through so many fandoms with her, and even now, when I'm depressed and feeling a little worthless, all it takes is a day spent with her, or even just a phonecall, and I feel better.
...huh. I should probably tell her all this.
My point, and yeah, I think I had one, is there are lots of good times. And I don't think you have to magically find the "best" memory--just one that you can hold onto, even if it's just a feeling, that makes you happy. Honestly, I think I could summon a patronus (if they were real) out of remembering the general feel of us marathoning our projects in the main room with Avatar or SVU on in the backgroud, or holding my sibs for the first time, or going to the GBS concert, or you and me giddy after Editor's Day, or sitting with my family, chatting and sharing a joke or three. It's the feel that's important, but the memory of meeting Cat has so much else attatched to it, and was such a singular moment that it actually stays in my mind, instead of blurring with all similar moments to make a fuzzy but happy memory.
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