Love and the effort of being friends.

Sometimes I feel like I'm caught in a race to be the first to disapprove, be busy or have a problem with something. I didn't mean to be caught up. It seems like whoever has a problem first gets the satisfaction of seeing a flaw or glitch in the system that nobody else saw sooner. 

I'm quitting that race. I will be happy I have good friends, as opposed to being upset by how far they live from me, and how little they come to my house. I will still go to them. I love them, that's why.

I will like what I like, and love what I love, and if something about that bothers people I love, well, I'll still love them anyway, because they are not responsible for my happiness. I am.

I love things that are genuinely uncool by most standards. I love my dogs so much that I think of them while I'm at work. I still drink the same drink I drank when I was 21. I put a TON of effort into seeing my favorite band, and that may seem like nothing important to some people, but I will just wish and hope that they will, one day, feel how happy I felt during my best expeditions to go see the music I love. I get broken hearted when anyone subtly tries to let me know that what I do is not acceptable to others, or not the real world. You know what everyone who has made money from their creativity has in common? They understand that the World is something we make, not something we live in. They know that being kind gets you a long way, and that every single thing in existence started as some passionate person's brain child. So what if I love working in a dive bar? Come say hi. I pour a great Coke. 


Sometimes I think I say too much. I give away too many of my feelings, and people use them to feel better about themselves. That's fine. I'll just do what I'm doing, and you can still love me, and I'll still love you.