feeling the love

on the subway this morning, i stooped over to collect random pages of a newspaper someone had left disembowelled and quartered on the ground. (floor? what do you call that lower surface of a subway?) people looked at me like i was a freak. i tried to shrug it off, quietly wishing it would occur to people more often to do simple things like this - just because it's easy and helpful. had i not, those papers would be torn, soggy and sticking to floors and shoes. nasty business, all said. i sighed, and tried to not focus on the things people aren't doing.

and then this faceless mass of "people" ganged up on me and inundated me with examples of how fabulous they indeed can be.

this morning, i sat reading an email announcing that someone i don't actually know very well - a friend of my sister's i'd met a few times years ago - will be picking me up at 7pm on xmas eve, to drive me from the airport to the ferry - we're talking a 1-2 hour drive. now i'll make it home by 10:30 for sure, instead of the alternative: 12:30 am. sweet!

as i'm typing a gleeful response, a coworker comes by to ask if i feel comfortable leaving a little early tomorrow: she can offer me a ride to the airport. at the risk of sounding juvenile and redundant: sweet! given that she's the hr person, and about as in charge as anyone in our now echoey, desolate offices, i think it'll be ok... oh most frabjous yay!

and then another coworker swings by reception (where i'm lounging today, covering for the already festivating receptionist - i love working reception, talk about stress-free. the phone has rung 5 times today... hee hee). she's delighted to learn that i'm going home for the holidays. as had been expressed already by other coworkers and friends, she was worried about me. as another friend said "this is just the thing you need." you already know what a validation whore i am.. people telling me they're thinking and worried about me is something that just doesn't occur to me, and melts me so. it's nice to feel loved.

oh, and sunday night a fabulous mystery person scrawled this in my infamous notebook: "haven't read the rest but... sometimes the cold brings out the best in people... sometimes." see, they were kind enough to find and return my book when i'd drunkenly left it for dead at the cloak and dagger. too busy flirting with the funky dj and getting alarmingly (and gloriously) pissed with what i suspect is a new friend. i love meeting new people that you connect so instantly with - always a delicious surprise.

yes indeed. some people's god's birthday is 2 sleeps away, and i am feeling the love! : )