The Stamp Hilarity and A Reflective Sorta Note

Okay, so most have grasped that it was a joke. And I am very, very pleased about this. Because when people find jokes hilarious (even if they do start out as private ones), it means that people are smiling, and laughing, and having a good time. It's great to see people smiling again. Lately, it seems like a great number of my friends (that's you, silly) have been having problems doing so. Because, well, times are rough, and the holidays aren't always cheerful.

As I approach the end of the year, I've been having a great tendency to reflect on the good and bad experiences (of this year only) that have brought me through to November. It hasn't been easy. This year, I found out my dad's going blind, my sister lost all of her children, and my brother was fucked out of his education because of our horrible credit and an itchy financial aid department. But I also found love (real, deep, abiding love for the first time in my life, which I have to say scared the hell out of me at first), laughter (both cracky and nice), several new best friends, and a reinforcement of where my passions lie.

All in all, I think this year has a fairly happy ending (assuming nothing goes too drastic in the next month or so, and I suppose that's jinxing myself, but whatever). So I'm grateful for that. This year, I'm grateful to be happy, and I'm grateful I have the power to inspire smiles out of other people. Laughter (and persistence) is the only way you're going to get out of that deep, dark hole. Believe me, I know. So hang in there, okay?

I guess... well, I suppose is this my way of saying that I care quite a bit, and that I'm here. For what it's worth, that is. And for those of you on LJ, I'll be saying the same exact thing there eventually too. Because it matters.