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Thank you.
Apr. 25th, 2007 09:11 pmFor some reason, I feel a need to say thank you. I think this may have something to do with Road to Mecca, and me realizing that most of the time when I thank people for things it's in passing, and it feels really superficial and insincere. Also, I rarely thank people for the things they need to be thanked for. And even less frequently do they hear the thank-yous. Well, I don't care if these people can read this or not -- what we were talking about in math today also made me think, and I realized that it's a relief to say what you actually feel about someone. Although then we were talking about admitting hatred (Chris Talamo was part of the conversation, what did you expect?), admitting gratitude is just as important, and just as cathartic.
Corinne, thank you for keeping me. You could've pushed me away and kept me there -- for a while, I was afraid that you would -- but something happened, and you didn't. Thank you for trying to make me exercise, and for making me laugh. Thank you for the silly things you say that nonetheless have great meaning. Thank you for watching chick flicks with me, but also more serious movies, and thank you for enjoying Jane Austen.
Mom, thank you for never giving up on me. I know that I will always have your backing, for the rest of my life. Thank you for seemingly simple things, like laundry and bed-making and dishes, that I wouldn't have the time or desire to do on my own. You do these things without complaining (much), which is something I don't think I could ever do. I admire you for being so strong. Oh, and thank you for getting me hooked on reading.
Dad, thank you for always knowing the answers to my odd questions, and for generally being so knowledgeable that it's impressive. Thank you for always being there to talk with me about writing and literature, and thank you also for reading everything I put in front of you, even though you sometimes complain. Thank you also for being proud of my accomplishments even when I can't bring myself to be proud of them.
Katherine Simpson, thank you for everything. This includes, but is not limited to, pretzels, Julie E. Czerneda and romantic sci-fi, nicknames, writing, Harry Potter, soccer practices, Crunch bars, and that dollar I still owe you. I don't know who I would be today without your unconditional friendship.
Steph J, thank you for being occasionally profound and inspiring, and for being my November Novel buddy. Something about you makes me want to go out and experience life like all poets should, head-on.
Nat, thanks for reminding me that I'm human and am prone to make mistakes (like that one time I fell off the bench), but that I'm also talented and therefore have the whole world at my feet. Thanks also for "blasphemious" (I hope I spelled it right).
Jacklyn, thank you for being crazy. You make me feel less shy about my own insanity. That sounds mean -- what I really mean to say is, thank you for being yourself and not caring what other people think that "self" is like. Oh, and thank you also for reading good books.
Richard, thank you for using your words well. You always say things that have meaning, whether you always think so or not. And thank you for your constant support of some of my endeavors -- especially English Club and my writing in general.
Austin, thank you for writing. I figured out what I wanted to do with my life partially because of The Parallels, and though now I might look back at my writing of that time period and laugh, the truth is that I wouldn't be here now if I hadn't written it, and I might have given up on writing it if it weren't for you. Also, thank you for continuing to justify my belief in God, and for introducing me to the world of musicals.
Rick, thank you for being there. Thank you for understanding my weirdness, to whatever extent you can, and for making me feel safe. I trust you enough to be myself around you, always, even if it might be a little awkward, and that's something I need.
...and seeing as he just called me, this list gets to be finished at a later time. But writing this all out just makes me think about how lucky I am to be alive. This is something I need to remember every now and then, and this has certainly helped.
Corinne, thank you for keeping me. You could've pushed me away and kept me there -- for a while, I was afraid that you would -- but something happened, and you didn't. Thank you for trying to make me exercise, and for making me laugh. Thank you for the silly things you say that nonetheless have great meaning. Thank you for watching chick flicks with me, but also more serious movies, and thank you for enjoying Jane Austen.
Mom, thank you for never giving up on me. I know that I will always have your backing, for the rest of my life. Thank you for seemingly simple things, like laundry and bed-making and dishes, that I wouldn't have the time or desire to do on my own. You do these things without complaining (much), which is something I don't think I could ever do. I admire you for being so strong. Oh, and thank you for getting me hooked on reading.
Dad, thank you for always knowing the answers to my odd questions, and for generally being so knowledgeable that it's impressive. Thank you for always being there to talk with me about writing and literature, and thank you also for reading everything I put in front of you, even though you sometimes complain. Thank you also for being proud of my accomplishments even when I can't bring myself to be proud of them.
Katherine Simpson, thank you for everything. This includes, but is not limited to, pretzels, Julie E. Czerneda and romantic sci-fi, nicknames, writing, Harry Potter, soccer practices, Crunch bars, and that dollar I still owe you. I don't know who I would be today without your unconditional friendship.
Steph J, thank you for being occasionally profound and inspiring, and for being my November Novel buddy. Something about you makes me want to go out and experience life like all poets should, head-on.
Nat, thanks for reminding me that I'm human and am prone to make mistakes (like that one time I fell off the bench), but that I'm also talented and therefore have the whole world at my feet. Thanks also for "blasphemious" (I hope I spelled it right).
Jacklyn, thank you for being crazy. You make me feel less shy about my own insanity. That sounds mean -- what I really mean to say is, thank you for being yourself and not caring what other people think that "self" is like. Oh, and thank you also for reading good books.
Richard, thank you for using your words well. You always say things that have meaning, whether you always think so or not. And thank you for your constant support of some of my endeavors -- especially English Club and my writing in general.
Austin, thank you for writing. I figured out what I wanted to do with my life partially because of The Parallels, and though now I might look back at my writing of that time period and laugh, the truth is that I wouldn't be here now if I hadn't written it, and I might have given up on writing it if it weren't for you. Also, thank you for continuing to justify my belief in God, and for introducing me to the world of musicals.
Rick, thank you for being there. Thank you for understanding my weirdness, to whatever extent you can, and for making me feel safe. I trust you enough to be myself around you, always, even if it might be a little awkward, and that's something I need.
...and seeing as he just called me, this list gets to be finished at a later time. But writing this all out just makes me think about how lucky I am to be alive. This is something I need to remember every now and then, and this has certainly helped.
