crysthewolf

So first I got to hang out a little bit with

per_solo  in an IUPUI parking garage because I wanted to see him but I didn't think I'd be great company for hanging out with a bunch of people that I don't know very well when I've had a tiring, stressful, and ultimately fruitless day (and he was going to hang out with a bunch of friends of his that I don't know that well).  We talked for a while about nothing in particular, I bitched existentially about meaning and direction and the stock market are all bullshit excuses for thinking that we are more than just drops of water in a pond, and he gave me lots of huggles and a little bit of encouragement. And then we talked about books we're listening to (because I have just discovered the wonderfulovelyness that is the audio-book.)

We're both going through Stephen King's "Dark Tower" series, but today I spent most of my time listening to stories from Callahan's Crosstime Saloon by Spider Robinson. And it struck me that in their own way both books are about fellowship. Callahan's is much more uplifting, of course, but they were both about fellowship. I was reminded of how wonderful it is to have good friends... not just CLOSE friends (honestly, I have very few of those, so far...) but GOOD friends, and there's a difference. I've had close friends as far back as I can remember, but rarely have I had such GOOD friends. =)  It's so, so nice, even when things feel like they're going a little bit to shit, to have GOOD friends.. folk I feel I can be honest with, folk I honestly believe give a shit about what's going on in my life... folk who will walk to the talking line and make a toast, smash their glass against the back of the fireplace, and then tell you their tale without flinching... and sit right there and listen just as raptly as they'd like you to when you tell yours.

Yeah, if you're not a Callahan's fan you don't really get that completely, but you get it enough and that's what matters. ;)

After getting home, I started doing my hair and then decided to sit down and read some of the LJ Idol introductions.  I commented on a few but quickly realized that I couldn't possibly comment on EVERYONE... but they were all incredibly entertaining and many of them not a just a little uplifting.

So I feel better. I mean, I wasted some time and some cash going to that "interview", but hey... at least it was my crappy credit that lost me the job, and not something truly disheartening like INTERVIEWING BADLY, you know?  *shrugs*  It could be way worse.

So I'll truck on, because that's what we do. But I know I have you all here beside me and behind me, even when I can't comment on your journals all of the time and don't always have the time to step up to the talking line with an empty glass and a meaningful toast... melba or otherwise.

You're here.  And that's what's important. And that's what lifts my spirits this evening.  So... thanks. :)

Love,
Crystal