For the past month and a bit (since Meg and I broke up) I've been kind of up and down in my internal moods. I think externally few people are able to tell exactly what kind of mood I'm in. Of late, it's been a pretty rotten one, and I've more or less felt like a lump.
Two weeks ago I was at November Rally for the weekend, and apparently two of my friends didn't realise I was going to be away for the weekend (Thursday - Sunday). They noted that I hadn't been online for a few days and were actually worried about. Indeed, they thought I'd been abducted by strippers!
That Sunday I came home in the afternoon and they spotted my car in the driveway while they were out and about. They then stopped by here, pounded furiously on the door and gave me a scolding for not telling them where I'd gone. The three of us ended up spending a few hours together.
This past weekend I was in charge of the service at my church. I was responsible to write the majority of the prayers, the children's time, and of course, the sermon. I spent nearly a week working on it all and managed to have it completed around Saturday. Throughout the week I spent a lot of time bemoaning the task before me (which I'd volunteered for). Lots of people listened to me and gave me words of encouragement, which helped me to get through writing everything, and helped me to flesh out the ideas. And let us not forget the four people who read it over for me and gave me some tips on how to improve the sermon.
What I'm getting at is that I feel loved. And this is just a small sampling of what people have done for me in the last little bit. Despite breaking up with a girl who I've had a lot of great times with, and who I love, I feel more loved than I ever have. I am proud to say that I have the greatest friends in the world. You don't know how great you are, but I hope that you'll read this and know that I love you all dearly. Thank you so much for everything you are to me.
My friends are cool. *grunt*