Someone told me once that if you get one person in life that truly understands you, loves you, and accepts you for who you are, and to whom you can tell anything and it'll be understood, you are lucky. And to ask for more is greedy, and something that most people never get the privilege of enjoying.
But I admit it -- I'm greedy. I'm a demanding woman, and have been all my life. I've always been greedy for more -- more understanding, more true and deep communication, more love. I always feel like I have so much to give, and that if the people around me could open up and give a bit more, that life would be so much rewarding for both of us.
But most people, much to my dismay, aren't that way. I frighten people, and people have been running from me since college. I'm a scary person. Too incisive, too emotional, too analytical, too understanding ... too something. And, ironically (in an Alanis-suck sort of way), it's usually the people who soothe me the most, and tell me that I'm not scary at all, that seem to be the ones who disappoint me the most.
So I hoist a glass tonight -- a toast to all those who run, and crush my spirit and heart as they do. And yet, as always, I take heart in those who haven't. I feel lucky, as I was once counseled to, that I have, not one, but multiple people in my life who always understand me, love me, and accept me from who I am. I treasure these friends, and know that a lot of people will never have what I have.
