of kindness and smacking. . .
I just got an e-mail from Cynical, who during his lunch hour spied two packages delivered by our dear postman. Don't get too excited, the laptop hasn't shipped yet. These goodies do come from friends afar so now I am all giddy wondering what's inside. I so love good mail and those that send it. However, expect me to cry, acts of kindness have that effect on me.
This completely negates another random act yesterday. I mentioned in my previous post that my mother and I went to see "The Messiah" yesterday. (I have long give up on having any kind of sentimental feeling about anything I do with my mother because as soon as I do, she sucks the life out of it.) This annual event is no different. At the end of an incredible and moving performance, when the woman that birthed me was sliding her coat on, she hit me in the head so hard that she literally moved my ponytail. When I looked at her and said, "You just smacked the crap out me", she shrugged like, "So what!" Let the festivities begin!
Monday, December 05, 2005
Random acts
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Isn't it great to get packages in the mail?
Sorry about your lop-sided pony-tail. And she didn't know she had changed your look? Maybe she's numb.
Each year, we head into the holidays hoping for the best...for the people in our lives who are careless and thoughtless, who have said not-so-nice things to us, who just don't seem to see what they do to other people to take the time to realize what/who they are. And the holidays are a bit disappointing and saddening because this doesn't happen. What happens instead is that rather than them seeing who they are and what they do, we see it. And it always seems worse this time of year.
Maybe I should be called Cynical instead of your man.
You know I laughed today thinking I should become Cynicaless. The holidays sometimes bring it out in me. Maybe his outlook is rubbing off on me.
Let's make a pact to create our own happiness this holiday season and disregard anyone that gets in our way.
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