Love stuff

I feel like I'm such a complicated person.

And in truth I am and yet in retrospective I'm probably not. Am I that much more in depth than the average person? I don't know. Maybe other people are just as complex as me and choose not to indulge the parts of them that might cause more of a ruckus than they're comfortable with. Maybe that's just it. I'm comfortable with all those unconventional little pieces of myself that make me into the undeniably semi unique person I am. I don't necessarily agree with them all, or even like them all, but I accept them all as a part of me and therefore hold a certain level of love and adoration for them. Even the part of me that can admit to enjoying cold weather as an excuse to have more blankets cuddled up with me and the part that secretly fantasizes about what the world would be like if characters like Buffy, Dr.Horrilble, and Harry Potter were real. And c'mon ... obsessing over the same song for 3 weeks is okay! Right? Being completely passionate about a million different things is somehow totally normal, and the fact that I don't care how much of a whatever anyone thinks I am for openly expressing my love of whatever it is that I love is perfectly commonplace. Maybe.

It's like when I compliment someone and they look at me strangely as if they just looked at me and happened to notice that I have three heads, each resembling the three stooges but with more colorful hair and more feminine voice. You know how when you go to a Harry Potter movie premier, if you get into the right theater everyone is dressed up and jumping up and down about the excitement of the new installment of the movies and it's not at all out of place to be giddy and exuberant and ramble about Harry Potter? It doesn't matter if I'm surrounded by a room of co-fans, or just one. If I'm excited about something it shows. I'm openly happy. What is so wrong with that?! What's wrong with being honest. Who cares what people around you who may or may not know you think? It's their loss for not experiencing the feelings of utter joy every time the should so feel like. And if they judge you negatively for it then they're just not as comfortable with that situation and that's their loss. Oh well. I know many close minded people are under this assumption that if someone posses the ability to have fun and laugh often, they must be missing the part of their brain that allows them to be serious, coherent, or otherwise responsible. Those people, I can promise you, are not worth your time. One has nothing to do with the other. Not in my eyes anyway.

So, my advice (even if you didn't exactly ask for it) would be to be responsible at work, do good at whatever you put your mind to, and be happy. Nothing else really matters unless you want it to. (I mean that socially btw .. I would never ever say that the melting of the icecap doesn't matter, or that you shouldn't give two thoughts to using reusable bags instead of plastic or paper) Be proud of what you love, share it with people and give them a chance to be awesome. Or if you prefer to keep your loves to yourself, do it because it's just too amazing for most human ears .. not because you fear what other people's opinions might be about your tastes.

GO! BE HAPPY! LOVE STUFF! WOO!
I <3 you. No seriously. I think that you're awesome. :)

Peace, Love & Pancakes
-Lib