A Gazillion of Dragon Thanks
The Dragons has the best friends. I do. There aren’t scads and scads of ‘em, because I am a solitary Dragons. But the ones I have? They are twenty four carat gold.
J says to me tonight:
I am driving around today and I am wondering why I have this baseline, inexplicable confidence in this huge decision you have just made. It’s like everyone has in their life the things or people that are unmovable, unshakable. And no matter what happens or how much shit you get in, those people will always be there. It doesn’t matter how far into the goop you get, they will always pull you out. And I know I am that person in your life and I know that you are in mine. So you can’t fail. It’s impossible because I won’t let you.
I will post you packets of pasta so you can eat. So that’s why it’s all going to be okay.
And of course, I burst into tears, because I am a big GIRL.
J’s famous for this sort of above and beyond in the pal dept. If you can stop sneezing long enough, J - take a bow. My flisties would be familiar with the J-girl by now. But I talk less about P, and R, and D, and B and yes, Justin* too. They’ve all been working overtime this week on the Dragons Resignation Support Project.
I forget sometimes, because I am reclusive and poorly socialized, what an amazing little clutch of people I have gathered in my 31 Dragons years. And when you has the Dragons on board, you has me for life. Thick and thin. Hell or high water. I is good at that. J But lordy, do my friends have a bum gig. They have to be kind and gracious and creative and patient and intelligent and hilarious and resilient and forgiving. And that’s just to DEAL WITH ME. I hardly ever pick up the phone and I don’t return calls. I shirk contact unless it is on my terms on my days on my turf.
And still, in the last week, I have had the very best of love and support fairly hurled into the ring from all sides, lj-land included. It’s been shocking and humbling and awesome.
I is a lucky Dragons. A very grateful, thankful, lucky Dragons. J
To my fabtabulous friends (and you know who you are): You make me courageous. Thank you.
*not Justin-rat’s real name