I am surrounded
Sep. 30th, 2008 10:43 amIt occurs to me today, on a day when I don't particularly want people around, that I'm actually surrounded by wonderful folks. I have friends leaving town who've delayed their *move* so that I could be at the good-bye party. I have friends who want to cook with me (and they're fun to cook with.) I have housemates who *realize* they are dumping their personal shit on me and seem to be compromise in other, meaningful ways, which is... oddly them. I have family who scheduled their first visit for after the racing season, I have friends who likewise waited for me to have some free time and remembered and scheduled and want to hang out, want to go the theater, want to see me and talk and stuff.
So it's a strange sort of introverted heartbreak to realize that my strongest inclination right at this moment is to lock the lab doors so I can work in peaceful isolation all day. They all have keys, of course, so the plan is flawed.
Also, and not unrelated:
Wonderful people have been reccing my stories for some reason lately. In a time of closed canon, it's particularly exciting. I am chuffed, guys, to see feedback on stories that are years old! And brand new! And have collapsed comments from so many and only ten but from people I respect so much... And for little me in my little esoteric corner of odd friendships.
Thanks for all of that. Thanks. I can't tell you how much I'd love to go home tonight and spend time with restfully quiet imaginary people in my head, telling stories. Ah, motivation, why must you show up when my duties include cooking with friends and a going-away party?
So it's a strange sort of introverted heartbreak to realize that my strongest inclination right at this moment is to lock the lab doors so I can work in peaceful isolation all day. They all have keys, of course, so the plan is flawed.
Also, and not unrelated:
Wonderful people have been reccing my stories for some reason lately. In a time of closed canon, it's particularly exciting. I am chuffed, guys, to see feedback on stories that are years old! And brand new! And have collapsed comments from so many and only ten but from people I respect so much... And for little me in my little esoteric corner of odd friendships.
Thanks for all of that. Thanks. I can't tell you how much I'd love to go home tonight and spend time with restfully quiet imaginary people in my head, telling stories. Ah, motivation, why must you show up when my duties include cooking with friends and a going-away party?