Maybe, just maybe, I am ready to grow up...this is still up in the air.
Things I know to be true as of this exact moment:
* Sunday Fundays are wildly fun - until the alarm rings on Monday. You would think I would have learned this one by now. I have what can only be described as a contusion on my right arm from a fall I can't remember and have successfully managed to detach myself from my actions. The problem is - I don't want to be detached. I want to be present in my own life and learn to feel the emotions my interactions and lack there of should induce. The majority of people don't believe me when I say I can have no emotion towards a situation. Only the ones who know exactly how callous I can be, can wrap their mind around the fact I can "shut it off". These tend to be the people who have actually seen me feel - and know the location of my breakdowns (What? It's really soft bath mat).
* There is little point in trying to understand the unexplainable. Sometimes things just happen. Good and bad, awful and hilarious - we can control very little in this world except our reactions to our encounters.
* The littlest gestures make the biggest impact. Being the voice of reason when someone over-googles medical symptoms, erasing an exe's number from a heartsick friend's phone, offering to sit on the couch with an under the weather companion, or my personal fave as of late - bringing a completely unhealthy meal of Taco Bell to a sick friend - these are the real, day to day actions of a meaningful relationship.
* The holidays really aren't as great of a time as we all pretend they are. Sure, we put the smiles on and pretend it's "hap, hap, happiest season of all". In reality, the holidays make me miserable - and I know I'm not alone here. Of course I am glad to spend time with my family (or in hindsight I will be glad I did so even if I am dreading it now) but to be honest, the holidays remind me of the relationships I don't have - of the people who aren't with us to celebrate - the emptiness my best friend must be feeling celebrating without her mom for the first time. That sh*t sucks. The good news is we get to start over. We are given a chance to put all those silly, negative thoughts behind us and focus on the hope of a clean slate. Ah, hope - how very grateful for you I am.
* Sometimes it's the most unexpected people who keep us up until ungodly hours, smiling and secretly hoping the ding of the text notification is them.
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