A Courteous Thank You
I’d like to take a moment to thank all of the people that have gotten me to this point in my life. I’d like to thank the people that have stuck with me, through thick and thin, and have never turned their backs on me when I needed them most. I’d like to thank the people who have been there for me even when they didn’t understand why my situation was so horrible in my eyes. I’d like to take a moment, just one brief moment, to thank all of the people in my life for seeing something in me that they liked and keeping me around.
I’d like to say that these thanks go out to everyone in my life, current and past, but the truth of the matter is that they do not. There are people in my life that up and abandoned me when I was going through very personal problems because they were mad about my personal life choices that did not effect their lives in the slightest. There are people who decided that my anxiety was no concern of theirs and told me to, “get over it,” or to, “grow up,” because of the things that my issues held me back from.
There are people who have mocked me, scorned me, turned their backs on me, and were generally pretty shitty friends. These people are still in my life because, well, they’re my friends. Even though they’re not always the greatest (some of you really are the best, though), they’re what I’ve got.
I’m not the easiest person to be around. In a one hour period I can go from wanting your full attention to the point where I’m annoying about it to not wanting you to even breathe in the same room as me. A lot of people know the kind me – the me that supports honorable causes and would give their last dollar to someone in need. Not a lot of people realize that all of that kindness is also wrapped up in a layer of asshole that is made of diamond. Not a lot of people realize that I like strangers – single serving friends – more than I like a lot of people who are continually popping in and out of my life.
But this post is not supposed to be about all that other shit. And it’s not supposed to be some passive-aggressive calling out on the people that have given me the shit end of the deal, even when I stood by their side no matter what. This is supposed to be a post of thanks, so here I go.
Thank you to my siblings and their understanding of me as a person. Thank you both for always being considerate of your strange sibling who was argumentative, a pain in the ass to live with, and slightly off kilter.
Thank you to my parents for raising me up, and never letting me go without a home. My dear, wonderful parents who have sacrificed and sacrificed in order for me to get ahead and be happy.
Thank you to my grandparents for being simply amazing and being proud of the human that I have become, even if you don’t always agree with my views and stances on things.
Thank you to my aunts and uncles who took the time to actually get to know me as a human, and not just as a decoration in family photos for the holidays.
Thank you to my cousins who have gone out of their way to spend time with me, who have replied to my text messages, and have always been there to let me hide in their homes when I wanted to be near people but not actually interact with people.
Thank you to my friends who have welcomed me into their homes, have helped me through emotional and financial crises. My friends who stood by me and let me know that they would always be there to love and support me.
Thank you to my not-children for loving me and including me in your lives. To my wide open hellians who make me so mad sometimes I could cry, but make up for it by being the most loving little things.
Thank you to my not-boyfriend for always taking the time to answer text messages, for letting me invade your home when needed, and for always being willing to put some common sense back in my head.
Thank you to all the people who have done me wrong, because without you I would never have learned over half of the life lessons that I have learned, and I would still have the mentality of an 18 year old girl who thinks that life and love is supposed to be like a Harlequin romance novel.
Thank you to all of the people who have thought that they were doing right, no matter if they were or not. The fact that you could stand by your convictions proved to me that there is more than one way to be a good human being.
And finally, thank you to the inventors of the Internet, for without you I would not have such a broad audience to simultaneously try to help with my words and make fun of.