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When you wish upon a star...
Going to church this Advent season, I've learned that you have to be thankful for the gifts that are brought into your life. Not just the material ones, mind you, but all the gifts.
Last month, they talked about how everything in your life, from your good upbringing, to your good job; is just a gift from God. There are some things we have in our lives that we had no control over, but it turned out to be a blessing anyway: that's God's influence in your life.
And on Christmas Eve mass, they talked about how the greatest gift anyone could ever have came to us on Christmas, and that we should cherish every other gift in our lives as we cherish that most sacred gift from God.
And I'm here to cherish the gifts that I hardly acknowledge at times.
This is to all my friends.
The past few days, I've been realizing that, for some reason or another, I have a damaged psyche. And while I've noticed that most of my friends also have damaged psyches, because misery loves company, as I used to be fond of saying, they've kept me from spiraling to something worse.
Every friend that I can count on currently(and some that I've lost touch with) have seen me at my worst; crying, heavily inebriated, depressed, et al. They've seen me at the brink, and each one has kept me from tumbling over into it.
Thank you, guys. I honestly don't know where I'd be without you guys.
Whether it was babbling drunk in the wilderness in Albuquerque, puking drunk in a van, drunk and melancholy in the Jeep, or giving me a ride from your house at 3 in the morning after getting stranded at The Whatever; each of you, and you know who you are, has helped me out in my time of need. And you've also helped me out in times greater than these.
And my friends from my past have also helped me out: telling me not to forget my dreams, and not to waste my talent; telling me not to forget that I'm better when I'm a nice guy; and picking me up from the bridge after getting stranded in Juarez by a complete bitch(no, I'm not upset).
Yes, I may go through my manic episodes and curse each and every one of you until the end of the earth(and sometimes curse you to your face), but I wouldn't trade you fuckers for anything.
A man is measured by the people he chooses to associate with. And while that might not put me on anyone's A list, I'm proud to say I have the friends I do.
[One]More to follow.
Keep Hoping, wishing, praying.
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