so yeah. I hate the holidays and will be happy when they’re over. and it’s not even Thanksgiving yet!

and in other news . . . I should really go to sleep now. oh wait. that’s not it.

I think I came to a realization this weekend. It builds on a realization that I had quite some time ago, that I am someone who people either love or hate. But I think that these people can be separated into roughly two categories . . . people who see my weirdness as a quirk that makes me lovable, who see past my myriad of faults and really love me for who I am, and people who just see the “weird” and either don’t bother looking beyond that to see the good that’s underneath, or just don’t care.

I’ll say more about this when I’ve had time to process it, but for now, I leave you with this odd thought: I think that I (at least sometimes) place myself in that second category. And I’m not sure what to do with that . . .