Dear you, (Yes, I'm talking to you. No, not you...YOU.)
I'm normally a very happy person. I know this. You know this. Work knows this. Family knows this. Friends know this. Blogland knows this. And I'm happy to report that my ray-o-sunshine attitude comes quite naturally. Yes, I really am, honest to God, genuinly happy. In fact, I'm sooooo wonderfully happy that I'm kinda surprised that deer and birds don't naturally flock to me like they did with Snow White. You know, because of the happpiness.
But every so often, believe it or not, I get a little sad. It doesn't happen all that often, and it never lingers for more than a few days, but still, it does happen. But the people around me are so accustomed to my smile, laugh, and overall good cheer, that when I do get sad, they freak out. And since I'm the highlight of most people's day, if they see me being sad, then their days are totally ruined. As a result, rather than openly display my sadness, I tend to just retreat and be a little less outgoing. This is usually interpreted as fatigue.
Here's an example from a real life conversation that I had last week:
Random friend of mine: "You seem out of it tonight. You know, like less talkative. I guess you must be tired."
What I want to say: "Actually, I'm focusing all of my energy into trying not to cry."
But I instead say: "Yes. I'm tired."
Anyway, today when I was telling you about the "flying nun," you did something that very few people allow me to do: You cried. And when you cried, it made it ok for me to cry. And there we were, crying like 2 fools, right smack dab in the middle of the room, right in broad daylight. And even though we both quickly dried our tears and laughed at ourselves for being so girly, that short 10 second cry comforted me.
And even though we were crying about the flying nun, I know that you really know the real
reason why I've been so sad. I know that you know my secret, even though I've never actually spoken the words of my secret outloud to anyone because I won't even admit to myself that it's actually true. But you have this innate ability to read my thoughts and you always seem to know just the right time and the right way to make The Merry Widow merry when she's lost her merry way.
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