Shhh, don't tell

it's an ok day today.

Much of the day I could even say honestly a "good day".

The thing bringing me down the most is one of my jobs. It's a job that should be easy, and good, but due to a coworker it often is waaaay more stressful than it's worth for the small amount of money I bring home from it each week.

Why do I stay then?

Because of all the other people. I love them. Over the years they've become family. And let me just say again, I love them.

Sitting at work today I was thinking back to a book series I started reading in my teens. The main character who is of a low cast encounters this woman (of a higher rank) who is a personal assistant of someone he deals, and she is always very welcoming to him. Frequently he wonders "is she being nice because it's her job, or does she like me?" And in a scene during which she dies he becomes aware that Lady Teldra genuinely likes people. And I realize that much to my chagrin, I relate to Lady Teldra, maybe not the "lady" part, but I digress. The odd part of that realization for me is that for so many years I went around sneering about how I hated people. Eventually it chilled to "disliking" people, then to "distrusting", but now I have to admit I like people. Everyone? Certainly not. Most? Heck yeah. Do I still distrust, and have fear? Oh YEAH, totally. And still, I like people.

There, my secret is out. I like people. And most of the people I like, I love. (Mona!)