Thursday, 23 November 2006

• Thanksgiving

  It might have become cliche' and commercial, but I wanna cut to the soul of Thanksgiving, if there ever was one.  Giving thanks.
  
  Because, there are certain things and certain people that, whether they realize it or not, mean alot to me.
  
  So, thanks goes out to...
  
  Family - This is the one constant.  These are the people who are part of you.  You can't choose them, but damn it, I have a good one.  I've been lucky enough to have a real relationship with my family, as small as it may be.  My mom is one of my best friends and we've always gone through things together.  Our relationship is atypical, unique, but damn good.  My little brother keeps the innocence in me alive and is one thing I feel truly attached to.  My dad is the personification of alot of my harder to define traits and habits, and my time with him has allowed me to see and do things alot of people never get to.  He's really the most purely good and honest person I know, and he amazes me in so many ways.  My old stepdad Randy shaped me more than I or he'll ever know, but I think a large percentage of everything funny I think or say can be traced back to him. 
  
  Long Time Friends - The fact that I can get in a room with people I haven't seen in months and not skip a beat is astounding to me.  I don't know how long that phenomenon can last but I hope to God it's a long time.  I somehow ended up meeting and growing up with a lot of spectacular people and that's really my core.
  
  Newer Friends - For me, becoming friends with someone is always really random and altogether, somewhat difficult.  The people that come into my life are what really lifts me up and keeps me happy going forward.
  
  Sports Radio - Because I listen to it oh so much. 
  Prunes - Because they get a bad rap, but I crave them.
  Cereal - Because you're easy to make, and great to eat.
  My car - Because you're 60,000 miles strong, and my home away from home.
  Good Old TV - TV acted as a guardian, best friend, and teacher for must of my childhood.  Sad, but true, and ultimately, irreplaceable.
  Good new TV - As rare as they are these days, good shows like Lost and Heroes keep my imagination alive.
  Movies - Too many.  Way too hard to say.  But yeah, I'm thankful for movies.
  Music - The soundtrack of my life.
  Writers - I'm thankful for the poets, and the authors, and the random nobodys with a keyboard that have the skill and the courage to mold words into something profound.  The Frosts and Nietzsches and Palahniuks whose work has defined feelings I never knew I had are indispensable to me.
  Sports - I don't know how a Polish kid fell so much in love with American sports like football, but it's so much a part of my life, and the everpresent mantra of "there's always next year" is something that calms and structures me.
  Xanga - Because, otherwise my thoughts would be lost in time, like tears in rain.
  Elm Street - I'm 21 years old, and Elm street is where I'll always be from.  Always.  Fate brought me there and now that house and that street and that neighborhood and those people are synonymous with my childhood.  The sights and sounds and feelings of one cold October day walking home from the busstop past a rock fort built in the ditch are stained in my mind right next to riding my bike on a warm March under the bluest skies I've ever known.  For a decade, that was my home; and, in a way, it always will be.
  On a related note, Karen Ishee, for being the single most perfect person I've ever known.  Your influence has shaped me in so many ways and your image is one I'll always remember.
  
  
  Overall, if you're a part of my life in any way, I do appreciate it.  I don't show it, and I know I don't show it, because that's me.  But in my heart of hearts, I do realize how lucky I've been and I am truly thankful.
  
  Happy Thanksgiving.

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