People often say they like being around happy people. That they will do whatever they can to avoid sad people.

And yet, the balances of both is what makes life so interesting. Last year, a \”friend\” avoided me for more than a month because she thought my journal was too depressing. That itself was betrayal. I personally like to spend time with people who make me feel whole. Especially with people who make me feel like I am myself. That I don\’t have to put on an act–the act I sometimes put by being all cutesy and innocent. That I don\’t have to be funny. That I could be the groaning cynical me. And it\’s ok.

Just a thought.

Oh yeah in other news, I got an egg from the fridge today. Then I prepared to crack it…over…the garbage. Was I that absent-minded??! I screamed in horror when I realized what I had done when I had intended to crack the egg on a bowl then break it over my pot then throw the egg shells away. Apparently, I mixed up the second and third step.