I was signing up for something that required photos that showcased my amazing personality and myriad interests (no, it was not a dating site; I’m done with that). I went to the photos section of my Facebook profile because people generally post happy shit on their social media sites. The curated slices of their lives make it seem like they have no problems. I’m guilty of it, too.
But as I was looking back at all the fun and happy photos of myself with friends, on vacation, sharing meals, throwing back drinks, celebrating big milestones, and just generally loving the shit out of each other’s company, I couldn’t help but smile.
The 5 people who read my blog know I’m not a glass is half-full kind of guy. I’m the glass is shattered into a million pieces and was full of acid kinda guy. But it’s ok. I’m actually happier than I’ve ever been even though, after my rebirth, my opinion of humanity has plummeted.
But looking back on all those smiling photos and accessing those memories that were stored magically in my grey matter for the first time in years made me realize I’ve had a lot of good times. I’ve been lucky enough to have great people for friends and I’ve been even more fortunate because I’ve been able to go on big and small adventures with them.
I’m only 9 months separated from a 15 month period when I didn’t want to be. Now I never want to go. And looking back at those digital memories reminded me how lucky I’ve been and how much I have to be thankful for. I’m grateful.
So to all the people I care about who have cared and still care about me, I just want to say that I love you all. I even still love you don’t care for me anymore. Even if I never talk to you again, it was good to have known you. For all of you, as the Golden Girls would sing, thank you for being my friend.