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A successfully procrastinatory first day of the new year; we spent it talking, finishing presents, reading, and watching the DVDs of the third season of M*A*S*H. Probably more movies tonight. And finishing presents. I'm such a slacker. But at least I know how long I can leave it. Nothing unforgivable's ever been left till after an unforgivable deadline.
Mulling over the Back to the Future DVD extras (heh), a thought-monologue occurred to me. Originally, it was about one specific person, but I figure it applies at some point and to some degree to most everyone whose acquaintance I maintain voluntarily. So, I tell you.
As a single individual you are immaculately amazing. It's a privilege to meet you, to be met by you. I am comforted, in my occasional downswings of bipolar self-esteem, that you not only know my name, but know who I am. It is a miracle to have known you, even if the knowledge fades, if we lose touch, if we change. I am blessed with every serendipity of the universe even to know you exist. I've seen you move, I've heard you speak, I've read the story in your eyes, and I am better for it. Sometimes it is hard for me to believe that you are real; other times, that anything else is. You are so much yourself. I wish great life on you, but not out of any altruism; continue to be yourself, so that I can keep knowing you.
There was more, but it's not coming, and basically it amounts to this: I love you. Gwar, now I'm going to cry.
Mulling over the Back to the Future DVD extras (heh), a thought-monologue occurred to me. Originally, it was about one specific person, but I figure it applies at some point and to some degree to most everyone whose acquaintance I maintain voluntarily. So, I tell you.
As a single individual you are immaculately amazing. It's a privilege to meet you, to be met by you. I am comforted, in my occasional downswings of bipolar self-esteem, that you not only know my name, but know who I am. It is a miracle to have known you, even if the knowledge fades, if we lose touch, if we change. I am blessed with every serendipity of the universe even to know you exist. I've seen you move, I've heard you speak, I've read the story in your eyes, and I am better for it. Sometimes it is hard for me to believe that you are real; other times, that anything else is. You are so much yourself. I wish great life on you, but not out of any altruism; continue to be yourself, so that I can keep knowing you.
There was more, but it's not coming, and basically it amounts to this: I love you. Gwar, now I'm going to cry.
