With much Appreciation

This month has been a myriad of surprises with the occasional sentimental moments I never fail to cherish. I figured that instead of bitching about my misfortunes, I should start a good habit of listing the things I should be thankful for.

My girlfriend Vyell. Despite our lack of physical contact and her not being able to text back (for almost a week now) for reasons I have yet to discern, she makes me believe I can be who I am and still be loved.

McDonald's Spaghetti. It never fails to hit the spot when you're craving for pasta and mom isn't around to cook you one.

My Mom. Despite my constant lingering around the house, she always misses me and greets me like we've haven't seen in weeks.

My Dad. Even as I declared my independence, he never fails to spot me some cash whenever my wallet eats up my hard earned cash.

My friends at the office. They endure despite my radical behavior (or maybe they're just stuck with me) and keeps me company no matter how short my break is and the travel time I spend with them.

Anne's ball pen. I thought I didn't need one until she gave me this cute light blue cased ball point pen. Not a call goes by without me using it, despite our "paper less environment" policy at work. Feh. I'll get rid of the paper when your system becomes effective. Or until you issue a file note.... Whichever comes first. To Anne: I remember you with each E-tkt I write down.

The seasoned agents, SD's and supervisors. They help me out in times of crisis. With this, I make sure that every question I escalate through them is a challenging one. A shout out to Ms. Lark who challenged me in betting everything I had for one "revalidate" question. Never has my life been summed up that way before. It placed everything into perspective.

With each new day, I face an enemy thousands of miles away. The only way I could defeat them is to satisfy they're lust for retribution and for the pursuit of senseless, petty temporal indulgence of their pointless and short-lived existence. The Accretians were right about one thing. Flesh is indeed weak. It craves too much for the things on this earth.

I thought this was going to be an appreciation for the things that make life easy. It turns out, the depressed/oppressed writer in me can never let it go. Just the way I like it.