Favourites.

[I actually only wrote this last night, but meant to write it last week.]

Why have just one favourite when there's so much out there?
Why not have a bunch?
Favourites for different categories, different reasons.
Passing favourites and permanent favourites.

Hey, guess what...
You're my favourite.

'This world isn't kind to little things. You're not doing this alone.'

[This week or last week, maybe even the week before.]

I know I'm not very good at this.  I'm sorry.
If I could do something to just make everything better, I would.  But I know I can't.
So all I can do is try to be here when you want me, even though I'm not that great.  I can't make promises, but I'll do my best.
You don't deserve this.  No one does.  But you especially, because you're you and you're awesome.

Describbling.

[Early January?  Not sure.]

LOVE is so much more a verb than a noun.
I mean, first off, it's something you just can't describe in a nounish way.  But you can describe the way in which you love things.
Secondly, who has ever just felt love, or felt loved, without something being done?  Hugs, kisses, even just 'I love you's' and other words that lighten your heart and brighten the world.  Love is an action.  Otherwise it's pointless.
Love as a noun is pointless.
That weird, warm, fuzzy feeling inside you.  That's no good to anyone, unless you do something with it.

The things we do to make others' lives better, the things we do to show they are appreciated, to help them through hard times, to build them up and offer them hope where they feel there is none... that's love.

Superhero.

[This was written ages ago.  November/December time.]

I'd give my life to save yours if I only knew how.  No, if only it was mine to save.
If I knew how and did save you, then that's all I could do.  I wouldn't be able to stop you from putting yourself straight back in danger.  I would save you a million times over but you'd just keep going back and I'm sure that would kill me.
I don't get how superheroes can do that.  People keep getting themselves in trouble and the superheroes have to save them.
Maybe no one's told you, but superheroes aren't real.  Sooner or later, someone you think is yours will let you down.  They can't always be there.

So I can't be your superhero.
You can keep putting yourself back in that position, but just know that I wish you wouldn't.  I can't stop you.  I'll help you out as much as I can, but in the end you have to choose to be saved, or save yourself.

Updating time.

So I'm going through my blogs and adding stuff which I wrote recently but never got round to posting.  I'll try to give a rough indication of when I wrote them, but I'm not entirely sure myself.
Here goes...

Pardon?

I'm pretty sure I have this weird habit... when a member of the general public, sometimes even people I just don't know very well, say something to me or ask me a question, I always say 'pardon?' regardless of whether I've heard them or not.  Sometimes I even catch myself saying it and think 'why the heck am I saying this?' but I still do it.  Maybe it has some huge great significant meaning.  Maybe it's nothing.  But it's what I do and I don't plan on stopping.


"But sister, in our darkness a light shines and all I ever want to say for the rest of my life is how that light is G-d, and though I've been mistaken on this or that point, that light is nevertheless G-d."