Who or what do you really love?
Love is such a bad word. The greeks had it right when they separated love into different types, but we're bundled it all up into one, all encompassing word. Fine, here's what I love:
- Culvers Frozen Custard. Eggnog when it's available, Chocolate Malt made with Chocolate Custard, Chocolate Sauce and extra Malt.
- My wife. Romantically, physically, emotionally: She's still my girl no matter. Aggrivating, but loved. :D
- My friends IRL and online. Telepresence is still presence. A phone call is a hug is a kiss is a friend.
- The world. We're killing each other like the barbarians we are in our genes, yet trying to find ways to help each other too. We're bipolar, but we keep getting better. There is hope in the mess somewhere, like how a messy room gets messier right before it starts to return to order. Granted, THIS mess is a fire hazard and we need to get it cleaned fast.
- My cats. These balls of fluff and purr show me that animals, "devoid of emotion" to the experts, can love as fiercely as biological children. It also shows me that experts are more full of crap than a Christmas Goose.
I'm so full of love I could continue until the cows come home (5:45pm according to itinerary I was emailed), but I'll leave it at cats.
Ever have one of those days for a few months?
My guild in WoW made me leader. I'm responsible for the happiness of 55+ people. No pressure, right? So when I'm accused of misconduct and someone leaves, I shouldn't take it as a personal attack... At least that's what I'm told.
My parents died, and now the elder statesman of the family is falling to the big C too. 5 months... maybe... The Rock Star like figure with the sharpest wit I worshipped now doesn't remember what day it is... or names...
I know I've "made it" and I don't really have to worry about a crutch in case things go bad for me. I'm self sufficient, motivated and able. I'm also scared shitless as my means of emergency-emergency support are systematically taken away. Does the keystone in an arc worry that if it fails, it'll let the other stones down?
Then my nephew gets his face smashed in and his spleen ruptured from a t-boned car accident.
Hello, God? Cut it out. Thanks.
