We Were Boxing With Stars
Why is it that sometimes it feels like the people that care about me are the ones that interact with me over the interwebs?
This does not necessarily include The Sibs and The Bestie. I know they love me, they tell me all the time. They mean the world to me.
But the people that I live with, the people I interact with everyday in classes, and rehearsals, and meals barely nod their heads unless I’m saying something funny.
They smile and joke. They act like I can count on them, but how far does that extend? Sometimes I wonder how many of these friends would be here if I got myself into trouble?
Why don’t my parents talk to me except when it’s about money?
Why didn’t I know that my cousin and his fiance are finally getting married and that it’s happening in October.
I feel like those of you that read this are the ones that really care. It doesn’t matter that I’ve never met some of you, or that you reside half way across the country, maybe even the globe. You take time to read this crazy blog about my crazy life.
This is post celebrating you. As sad as some of the previous statements are, I give thanks for you guys.
Thank you, friends.