The Feels

"You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should've behaved better."

Sometimes I worry about what I write; if I'm going to offend anyone. I suppose in today's world it could come back to bite me. But this quote is right: they're my stories and I have the right to share them. 



Anyway, the day I've been dreading is here: I have the feels. It sounds like a disease, doesn't it? Ick, that's what it seems like. They snuck up on me, and they're gross. I'm not equipped to deal with these things anymore. 

Tee and I had a couple of Halloween parties to go to this year. A couple weekends ago, we made the hour-ish trip to visit Sandy and the rest of that group. We dressed up as a ventriloquist and his...ahem...doll. He was such a good sport; he even let me put eyeliner on him. And we had fun. We all went out to a bar, then back to somebody's house for a while. And we all had a good time; no drama, no issues. And we looked fantastic. Of course. After a nice drunken night, we slept for a while at Sandy and Danny's house (unfortunately, Danny was out of town for work) and went back to Tee's house the next day, quite hungover. But, thankfully for me, he drove, so I just had to kind of keep me company.

I've started to miss Tee more and more. Which is distressing, for me. We live about an hour away from each other, so we don't get to hang out as much as either of us would like. But I've begun to get so sad during the evenings when I don't get to see him, especially when I'm extra tired. If you remember, I have narcolepsy, so I'm extra tired kind of regularly. All of these feels are a little overwhelming and distressing. 

Crap, I waited too long to write, and now I can't even really remember what's been going on in my silly life. 

This past weekend, we had another Halloween party. I was super excited to have 3 costumes this year, which meant I got to do 3 different makeup looks. For work I went as a super-cute (work-appropriate, which is more than I can say for some others) peacock, and then for on Saturday, Tee and I went as Mary Poppins and Bert. The poor guy had to put up with me pouting the entire drive to the party because I didn't look as cute as I'd wanted to. The skirt I got was a little big so it sat more on my hips rather than my waist, and it just wasn't what I envisioned. #HighMaintenanceProblems. 
I suppose I should point out at this time that I hate hashtags and only use them ironically or to poke fun at myself. Cuz I'm cool like that. 
But the party turned out to be a lot of fun. My dad got super trashed, and he was a silly, obnoxious old drunk guy. It was great, because he's usually so well mannered and responsible. 

So, I'm not sure if I ever explained that Tee is the nephew of my parent's best friends. My parents have been going to this party for the past few years, and this is my first. So I'd heard of most of these people, but hadn't necessarily met them. 
One such family was a couple that adopted two children from Russia. My mom kept telling me how gorgeous they were, and she didn't oversell it. A ways into the party, for some reason, the younger girl (I'll just say between 5 and 10) decided that she really liked me. She sat on my lap and we read together and she made me a little finger-knit scarf. It was so touching, especially once everyone started saying that she doesn't normally attach to people that way. The parents joked about me staying with the kids so they could go to Vegas for a weekend, and I told them that I absolutely would do that. 

It reminded me of the good stuff; I've been so disappointed in the way the world is going, and people in general lately. I think I'll end this one there. Sometimes kids have more to teach adults than the other way around; they're so innocent. 

Oh for goodness sake...I think I just got inspirational or something. SEE?! THE FEELS! They're taking over and I don't like it one bit. What is Tee turning me into?