My father's mother was long on class, and formality. Well, to some extent. She and her sisters were drinkers, too. As was my father. As am I.
But this isn't about drinking. It's about being polite. It's about saying thanks. It's about formality, because so many people in various parts and branches of my family taught me that I should be polite, I should say thank you.
Thus, thank you Daily Kos. Yeah, I know; maudlin alert.
Bite me.
Thank you, Daily Kos. Thank you for the years since September 1 2008, which I think was the date I first joined with my first user name (newbies: I am not a sock, I changed my user name, that's allowed).
I spent a lot of time deciding to leave. I spent a lot of time giving Meteor Blades shit. I spent a lot of time wallowing around and engaging in having problems.
I spent a lot of time getting to know people.
And, boy howdy; it worked.
I still don't quite understand why, but, okay. Cool. Thank you.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
1. You're honest with me, you aren't afraid to confront me
2. You're sensitive; you can see when I'm having a hard time, and you come in and be comforting.
3. You are capable of doing both 1 and 2.
4. You are such a wonderful group, so varied and smart and caring, and informed about such a wide variety of stuff.
5. You don't hate me just because I'm off the wall (that's a big one)
6. Some of you keep track of me and encourage me with my writing, to the extent that you've gotten me to take my work more seriously as what it is...work...writing,.scary..thanks!
7. You are always of the unexpected. I never know what I'm going to get back in feedback. You are rarely boring or predictable. That by itself totally rocks.
8. You forgive me when I fuck up.
9. Some of you are as strange as I am. That helps a lot.
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