Such Great Heights

[grammargirl]

I spent last night chasing Aubrey and Haley and Sam around the streets of Ann Arbor, acting drunk while we were all in fact completely sober, playing with a blue and green plastic dinosaur named Jeffrey, making bad puns and cramming six people into my Saturn and watching The Breakfast Club in the middle of the night and trying to wrap my brain around the fact that the adorable brilliant nerdboy I was snuggling is my boyfriend, that his messy booklined house and sagging bed are already starting to feel like home, that after two weeks we've already begun talking with utter surety about how nice it will be to have someone to keep us warm this winter.

Somewhere in the middle of the pile of bodies swaying back and forth and singing along to "Glycerine" at the top of our lungs at 3AM, I realized that I have never had friends like this before. I've never been part of a girlpack, never had a group of friends with whom I could run around like an ADD kid on a sugar high and pour my heart out five minutes later, where my craziness is embraced and I know I can say anything--unless I'm being an idiot, in which case I can be assured I'll be mocked into doing the right thing.

How did this happen? I look at my life now, and I think about where I was six months ago, and I barely recognize that girl. I feel like I won some sort of karma lottery or something.

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[stevenglassman.livejournal.com]

I feel like I won some sort of karma lottery or something.

It's a little like Lisa Simpson's take on the soul:

"...you know, Bart, some philosophers believe that nobody is born with a soul -- that you have to earn one through suffering and thought and prayer, like you did last night."

...to which I say that you have earned your ticket out of morose-ville with similar trials and tribulations, and you wholly and completely deserve the happy times you now enjoy.

[grammargirl.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

That really means a lot.