Today is definitely one of my favorite days of the year. Thanksgiving. Perusing Facebook posts yields public affirmations of what people truly appreciate...at least for this one day. I feel like I have a lot to be thankful for, but I never think that Facebook is the best place for me to discuss them, as the things I tend to focus on aren't on the macro scale. Sure, I'm thankful for the things like family, shelter, food, a good job, school, etc., but I tend to try to think of the frequently overlooked commodities in life. In this post I'm going to discuss just a couple things I'm thankful for and why I appreciate their existence.
First, I would like to express my gratitude for new socks. Sure, clothes in general are a wonderful thing, and I love socks, but I don't feel like there is anything more luxurious than the feel of new socks (sure, some of you may argue that living in a mansion with maids and butlers and gold door knobs and ivory...bathtubs and drinking fountains that can read your mind would be more luxurious, but for us normal folk, I would say new socks is definitely up there.) Let me ask you this question: have you ever been on a camping trip where it gets bleeding cold at night? Have you ever changed into a new pair of socks right before going to bed? Well, if you haven't, I would HIGHLY recommend that you do so, because it is heaven. Serious. Like, when I think of heaven, I think of new socks...and possibly all-you-can-eat pudding... preferably not out of the socks, but I'm not entirely opposed to that idea. So, socks = good.
Second, I want to express my gratitude for the concept of tolerance. No, I'm not talking about tolerance as it's most frequently used in the media these days. I'm talking more about the concept of tolerance for bad humor, and how much of it I make my friends put up with. Seriously. Let me give you an example: I was at a friends house, and someone said to someone else (not me) "looks like you're on the hot-seat," and I added, "literally, you're on the hot seat...because you're sitting in front of the fireplace." Awful, although it was followed by a weird arm-shake dance thing. I mean, in a world where people didn't tolerate bad humor, I likely would have been shot on the spot, even though there's little to no chance that I would have made it past my 9th birthday. So people, thank you for tolerating.
Third, I want to say how grateful I am for the fact that my car hasn't exploded. Sure, it's not TECHNICALLY my car, but the meaning is the same. Let me let you in on a little routine that goes through my head when I'm leaving for work. I get my badge, car keys, and then think "Gee, I really hope my car doesn't explode while I'm in it today." And it has yet to do that. I have to admit, however, that I would probably just laugh hysterically if it were to explode. I mean, I've been telling people it's going to happen for years now, and it hasn't yet. Hopefully by writing this I'm not jinxing myself. Keep your fingers crossed, people.
Lastly, and on a lot more serious note, I want to thank the people that help make my life worthwhile. I've been richly blessed with talents and abilities, but in my eyes, all of that would be worthless if I didn't have people around me to give me opportunities to use those talents for a greater good. So, if you're one of the people who has allowed me to be a part of your life, I wish to offer you my sincerest and most humble thanks. I can pretty much guarantee that I have gained far more as a result of it than I possibly could have given back. Also, I want to thank all you people for putting up with my sometimes less-than-welcoming nature (by that, I mean the rude comments I make betimes. It's never intended maliciously; I can guarantee that.) So if you've been the recipient of one of those types of comments, thank you for not murdering me. I genuinely appreciate it.
I wish everyone the happiest of Thanksgivings possible. Let's have today be the beginning of a year full of thanksgiving and not allow it to be limited to a single day.
Oh yeah, and Go Utes!
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