podeamtwo disparates connected only to me
I like it when things go smoothly, especially when things go smoothly because I have in someway contributed to it going smoothly.
Today’s event was a good one for me, it went smoothly.
It was a salve, really, for smarting stinging wounds (yes, I know, that’s a w) of the past. I wondered if I had lost it, if I had become yet another loud-mouthed empty vessel like so many.
So there. Loud-mouthed I may be, but certainly not all that empty a vessel.
There’s something absolutely satisfying to see people gelling together and pulling through with ultimate success; events aren’t just about the event happening well. It includes the grooming and cultivation of the people involved in them, and most preferably without them being conscious of the nudging and watering.
I am proud of a few people, people whom I wouldn’t consider juniors simply because they’re in no way junior.
Wasn’t that pretentious?
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I pseudo-flirt with my friends. Heck, I flirt with them. But note: I can count the number of people whom I would consider friends on a hand.
If you had that few people you give that status to, would you want to make them feel special? I love these people. I tell them I love them, for it takes forever for me to determine people as Friends.
I want them to feel loved. I want them to know I love them.
There simply isn’t enough love these days, is there? Oh, sure, the celebrating the first year/month/week/hour anniversaries and grinding in dark club corners variety is aplenty, but not the I love you looking at you, not needing to say that I’ll be here for you whenever, and not needing to ask if you will be there for me whenever, because I will, and you will.
So yes. I flirt with my friends. Why not? I do love them.
Oh. Wait. I need two hands now. There’re still plenty of digits left though. And I don’t really need to occupy them. I love loving these few.
(and you know what’s the funniest thing? almost none of them read this.)