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For the longest time in high school, and even last year, I was depressed. It was one of those things that was there, and was hard to shake. But I finally did. Every now and then, sometimes a touch of that will come back. The feelings that I get when I'm depressed, the lack of motivation, the lack of wanting to do anything, the random mood swings where I just sit around and just feel down all the time.
But I've realized, that the reason I was always depressed before... a majority of my friends were takers. Whenever they needed anything, whether it is someone to listen to them, or if they needed to borrow some money, or help with school, I'd be there for them. Yet, whenever I needed help with anything, they all went the other direction. They had something better to do than talk to me or to help me with anything. The day my ex and I broke up, I tried to call one of my really good friends. The one that I was always there for more than anything. We broke up on a Sunday in the middle of the afternoon. I left a message on her voice mail asking her to call me back when she got a chance. She finally called me back on a Tuesday night. Yet, when her boyfriend broke up with her 2 weeks later, she called me at 5 AM on a Saturday (I don't go to bed until 2 or 3 on Friday's because I spend my Friday nights with Chris.) I woke up and I talked to her for an hour. And then that night, Chris and I drove up to the city to sit with her and try to cheer her up, and when we got there, she disappeared for an hour and left us to sit alone outside.
These are the kind of people that I use to have in my life. Lately, though, I've been weeding out most of these people. I don't need people like that in my life, who just unload on me and who aren't there for me.
This weekend was a wonderful weekend. On Saturday, Chris and I went to the renaissance festival with Chris's best friend Jack, Chris's older brother and his girlfriend. We were there for 3 or 4 hours, and I had such a good time just being around good people. People who don't really expect much out of me other than being me. Unfortunately I forgot my camera, or I'd have pictures of everyone. I forgot it somehow when we left the house on Saturday.
I love being with Chris, I love being around Chris. He makes my life complete. Being with him makes me so happy, and just so fulfilled. Like on Saturday, he called to wake me up so I could let him into the house when he got off of work. I had to leave for bowling in an hour and had Gray's Anatomy recorded from the day before, so I sat there and watched it, and he watched most of it with me. I dropped him off at his house when I left for bowling, because he was really worn out, and when I was finished, I went back to his house to lay down with him and we both fell asleep until we heard from Jack about 2 hours later. He finally made it home from college for the weekend, and was ready to head up to renn fest if we were. So we got up and left, and went to go pick him up. We had a great time hanging out, and when we left, I took a little longer way home that didn’t have so much traffic. After we dropped Jack off, we went back to Chris’s house, turned on the TV and just laid down again. At some point we went and got dinner, but then came back and watched a movie and drifted off until I had to go home.
Chris makes me so incredibly happy, and that’s the kind of days why he does. We don’t necessarily do much of anything, but it’s just being together. Being around each other. Being with him makes me realize just how lucky I am, and how lucky I am to have such a wonderful guy like him. I care about him, so incredibly much, and I know he cares just the same. He’s someone who’s willing to be there for me when I need him, and he’s someone who I want to be there for no matter what, through thick and thin, and not because I have to. But because I want to.
Good friends and good people ~ it’s what is needed to help people through this life.
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