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deathpixie) wrote2002-04-13 12:18 pm
deathpixie) wrote2002-04-13 12:18 pm
It's all in the gestures.
Yep, me and the red wine again. Although at one stage my jeans had about as much as I had. And the front counter is covered with red stains - just as well we're not using the old place any more, looks like someone sacrificed a virgin on the bloody thing. ;) And yay, even more fun, I get to do it again tonight. Although I think I'm going to watch myself - no getting so drunk I snog lawyers and police. *shudders*
That photo from the paper has been doing the rounds, it seems. BRM even saw it whilst he was away, and David (not my brother, the other one) mentioned it on the abbreviated message he left on the phone yesterday - I was out carousing. And last night the solicitors were teasing me about it - something about being the new pin-up girl for the local legal fraternity. *hides face* Luckily it's not on the paper's web page. ;)
I mentioned briefly in the last post about gestures - like a lot of my off-hand remarks, there's more to it than first appears. It's the small things we do, I think, that are important, even if they don't always get acknowledged. Like the cup of coffee BRM brought me this morning - he didn't have to do it, but he did, and it was nice. It reminded me of the stuff we used to do for each other all the time, the things that make a relationship. Because once all the passion and romance die down, that's what's left, the small things. And it's what stops us from kiling each other now. ;)
It's the same with friendships. I'm not always the best friend - especially lately, when I've been so self-absorbed - but I try and bestir myself and make the effort. And really, it's not that great an effort to send an e-card or leave a message on someone's LJ or to burn a CD and mail it. *grins* I love the CD burner on this - best investment I ever made. But it's something I like to do, because not only does it bring pleasure to someone I care about, and perhaps lighten their load a little, but because it brings a smile to my face, anticipating any happiness that might be provided.
I can't change the big things. I can't get my friends better jobs or more money or less stressful family lives, as much as I wish I could. I can't cure depression or physical illness. I'm not the Messiah, just a very naughty girl. *grins* But I can do the small things, like phone someone after they've had a bad day and make bad jokes until they laugh. And it's the small things that my friends do for me that help me. *chuckles* Like the postcard from Maelstrom BRM just handed me. Murphy strikes again. ;) *smooches the Maelstrom*
I guess what I'm trying to say is that you don't have do do anything earth-shattering to show you care, or to be a good friend. And that we should never take the small things for granted or think that they aren't enough. Because enough small things stack up to something hugely meaningful.
That photo from the paper has been doing the rounds, it seems. BRM even saw it whilst he was away, and David (not my brother, the other one) mentioned it on the abbreviated message he left on the phone yesterday - I was out carousing. And last night the solicitors were teasing me about it - something about being the new pin-up girl for the local legal fraternity. *hides face* Luckily it's not on the paper's web page. ;)
I mentioned briefly in the last post about gestures - like a lot of my off-hand remarks, there's more to it than first appears. It's the small things we do, I think, that are important, even if they don't always get acknowledged. Like the cup of coffee BRM brought me this morning - he didn't have to do it, but he did, and it was nice. It reminded me of the stuff we used to do for each other all the time, the things that make a relationship. Because once all the passion and romance die down, that's what's left, the small things. And it's what stops us from kiling each other now. ;)
It's the same with friendships. I'm not always the best friend - especially lately, when I've been so self-absorbed - but I try and bestir myself and make the effort. And really, it's not that great an effort to send an e-card or leave a message on someone's LJ or to burn a CD and mail it. *grins* I love the CD burner on this - best investment I ever made. But it's something I like to do, because not only does it bring pleasure to someone I care about, and perhaps lighten their load a little, but because it brings a smile to my face, anticipating any happiness that might be provided.
I can't change the big things. I can't get my friends better jobs or more money or less stressful family lives, as much as I wish I could. I can't cure depression or physical illness. I'm not the Messiah, just a very naughty girl. *grins* But I can do the small things, like phone someone after they've had a bad day and make bad jokes until they laugh. And it's the small things that my friends do for me that help me. *chuckles* Like the postcard from Maelstrom BRM just handed me. Murphy strikes again. ;) *smooches the Maelstrom*
I guess what I'm trying to say is that you don't have do do anything earth-shattering to show you care, or to be a good friend. And that we should never take the small things for granted or think that they aren't enough. Because enough small things stack up to something hugely meaningful.