As I included in my resolutions, I've been trying to tell my friends that I love them as often as possible, because it's too easy to forget to do that. But lately I've been feeling a bit out of sorts or taken for granted, which have resulted more often in fights than in love fests.
This starts a vicious circle, of course, where I hold back myself. McSweeney's gave me a good reminder today, to return to the good fight.
Thus endeth the touchy feely post.
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I love that you're blogging on my site, Irishman! Please feel free to stay as long as you want. And thanks for the supportive words.
I picked up a bottle of 12-year-old Bushmills single malt when I was in Dublin, and I haven't even cracked it yet. Maybe we should have a tasting?
I would just say that you should be careful not to use the "I love you"s to often. Might get common place, loose meaning, whatever.
But I was thinking around those terms the other day. The mother of a friend died. I went to whatever-you-call-it the night before the funeral just to give him some support and he told everyone that we shouldn't feel forced (right expression?) to go to the funeral and that he wouldn't take it against us if we didn't. But then I thought, I have few friends, I should be there for him. So I went. It didn't hurt a bit... although I'm partial towards burials. Everyone should be cremated and that's that.
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