tiny avalanches.

sometimes a person says something that they just thought was the right thing to say. nothing epic, just a simple response to whatever you said. but in those few words, you can't help but just smile. they didn't say anything that will change your life. they didn't say something that fixes every problem you've ever had. all they did, was say something simple and sincere. it's just the fact that someone cares enough to say anything at all.

everybody hurts.

i love to see strangers cry. that sounds weird. and i guess it is. but i have good reasoning.

there are some days when i feel empty, lost, alone, exhausted, etc. i see people at school or in cars or in the grocery story and wonder if they know i'm going to go home and cry in my bathroom. and i wonder if that's what they're about to do too.

everybody has crappy days. and for the most part, everyone has their own group who know about the bad days. but as far as the rest of the world goes, nobody knows about the breakdowns, the times when nothing goes right, the times when we can't help but collapse into a friend's arms and cry. and it's times like that when it can't be possible that anyone in the world feels as bad as you.

and that's why i love to see strangers cry. i see countless people every day. some with regularity, but generally there are always new faces. i don't know anything about them. i doubt they know anything about me either. but we all have things to deal with. we all have people to stand by us. so when i see someone cry at school, on the street, the airport, etc., i think about what their problem is, who's helping them through, and how wrapped up in everything they are that they don't see the strangers watching sympathetically, wondering if they should help.

basically, when i see strangers cry, it pulls me out of the feeling that i'm alone, or that anybody is ever really alone. everyone around has their own bag of issues. everyone breaks down. everyone cries. everyone hurts. i wonder if everyone thought about what the people around them go through, if we would all hurt a little less.

office space, anyone?

pretty sure it really happened.

soul mates.

i always thought of a soul mate as the person you are going to marry.
it makes sense. but maybe the whole 'one person for everyone' isn't just about marriage.
this is the part where i sound like an idiot for not remembering, but i thiiiiiiiiink it was
aristotle? socrates? crap. i can't think. anyway, it was one of those fellas who said that
you're born with half of your heart. and somebody else has the other half. so there is
one person out there who can complete your soul. and i've always loved that. it's so nice.
but i always thought about it as "there is one boy out there who i will grow up and marry
and he's going to be the only person in the whole wide world for me" and this is probably true.
but what if that's not what aristocrates meant by someone having half of your heart.
case in point? my best friend thomas.
this boy completes my soul. he is the one who makes me whole,
who makes me happy, who makes me everything i want to be.
there is no one who will compare to him.
does that mean he's the one i will grow up and marry? i sure don't know.
but it does mean that he's the one i'll always want around.
no matter how my life plays out, he's the one i need to make sense of it all.
he has my heart. and whoever comes in and out of my life, he's the one who completes me.
ily, tom. bff. =]