I feel loved. I went out to celebrate my birthday last night and had a great time catching up with old and new friends. Some people I had only met via Twitter (they knew mutual friends – no stalkers or anything). I was still out at 3am. I’m a bit hazy about the end of the night thanks to many kind drinks offers, but the overall sensation I have today is one of affection.
The night ended with some of my favourite people, a lovely gift in the form of a journal I plan to use every day. (for a writer, that’s a thoughtful gift) and the promise of seeing some of them again soon. I woke up fuzzy and tired, but happy.
I have hard time telling people how I feel about them. I try to show them, whenever I can, but even gestures seem inadequate. There are a few people who no matter how hard I try, I trip over my tongue. I hope that they know anyway. It’s funny, with some people, whenever I feel like I’m about to tackle them with hugs and tell them they’re wonderful, my good sense kicks in, I remember decorum and stare at my shoes, sharing uncomfortable silence. Part of me thinks, why not do that? Why shouldn’t I make sure people know what they mean to me? Then I remember that not everyone feels comfortable with such signs of affection. So, I guess I’ll just have to keep telling them by stealth.
Anyway, I guess this post is some small message. A little thanks and love you to the people who made me feel a little special yesterday.