I take my hugs as I can come by them.
This would lead me to believe that either I'm totally pathetic, or that at some point, my uber-woman alter ego laid down for a nap.
These are the thoughts that run through my head sometimes:
Blanche: "I have always depended on the kindness of strangers."
John and Paul: "And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make."
So is it a bit over the top that I get choked up over the daily scenarios that make up my life -
- being fit in at 6 pm for a two hour highlight and hair cut appointment - and greeted with enthusiasm and a can of diet coke at my arrival;
- finding a place for new tires where I'm reassured that I can call any time of day or night if I get a flat;
- knowing that I can go to my girlfriends and they will feed me, day or night.
- going to the same doctor for 20 years, who will ignore a room of waiting patients to let me whine non-stop that I need a boyfriend;
- being greeted by name in the work cafeteria that feeds hundreds. (I'm also greeted by name by the ones who take out my trash... I'm not convinced that's a compliment).
That's really just a stupid little partial list, but you get the point. The point that I get choked up at the drop of a hat, at the first sign of kindness in my direction. This isn't my favorite part of me but I am learning to embrace it.
And not to belittle the joys of being greeted by a poodle with my dirty underwear in its mouth, maybe one day, after a long day at work, I will be greeted by a smile from my special someone, who will have made me a salad and bring it to me while I sprawl on the sofa.
Perhaps it is a response to the parade of jack asses and users throughout my life, perhaps it is just a response to moving to a new city and feeling at home. What's certain is that I take my hugs where I can get them, and feel blessed every day to have them coming from so many directions.
..........................
No comments:
Post a Comment