what did i learn today at school?
Feb. 1st, 2005 01:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
katekatThat not everything is a metaphorical Buddhist tale (although, I think I knew *that* one already). That the cute boy in my class, although funny and intelligent, and cute, is a troublemaker. 10 years ago I would've been intimidated into silence by that. Now it amuses me. I begin to feel like finally, this time I might get it right. Don't quite have 'it' identified, but i'm sure i'll know it when i see it.
I still grin walking to class at 9 am in the morning. I know, it's practically sacrilegious to be a student and awake at 9 in the morning, much less happy. And I'm on my way to linguistics. But, the smile creeps out, until it's a full blown showing of the teeth, the kind that calls forth responses from people I walk by. I love that - that instant smile they can't help, that tentatively darts out from their sleep walking features (everyone's always a little tired in the morning), and then gets bigger when mine expands in response. Smiling at other people is damn fine therapy for the soul.
So is being able to come home to a warm house, to feel blood return to frozen fingers and toes, and best of all, to have a wonderful, attentive and intelligent man ask you how your day was and listen, with at least half an ear, about your absurd social observations, revelations, and strange educations. Then to be able to turn on your computer and find friends there? Good friends, kind friends, wise friends. There’s no better joy than all of that bundled together.
this part, right now, every day, is the fun part. ye gods I love it.
I still grin walking to class at 9 am in the morning. I know, it's practically sacrilegious to be a student and awake at 9 in the morning, much less happy. And I'm on my way to linguistics. But, the smile creeps out, until it's a full blown showing of the teeth, the kind that calls forth responses from people I walk by. I love that - that instant smile they can't help, that tentatively darts out from their sleep walking features (everyone's always a little tired in the morning), and then gets bigger when mine expands in response. Smiling at other people is damn fine therapy for the soul.
So is being able to come home to a warm house, to feel blood return to frozen fingers and toes, and best of all, to have a wonderful, attentive and intelligent man ask you how your day was and listen, with at least half an ear, about your absurd social observations, revelations, and strange educations. Then to be able to turn on your computer and find friends there? Good friends, kind friends, wise friends. There’s no better joy than all of that bundled together.
this part, right now, every day, is the fun part. ye gods I love it.
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Date: 2005-02-01 12:17 pm (UTC)::and grins::
When I was doing an internship in Philadelphia, I used to smile and open doors for people at the subway station. Freaked me right out. I also gave cough drops to our regular bus driver, who started fold my hand up and not take my money.
Smiling is goooood.
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Date: 2005-02-01 05:00 pm (UTC)see, that totally proves my point (not that i really had one, but still, if i was going for a point, it would've been that you just can't have too much good will in the world), and what a lovely story. And a good argument for always carying a couple of cough drops!
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Date: 2005-02-01 08:49 pm (UTC)Cough drops, gum, kleenex and a nail file, and you can pretty much get through anything.