I like being around people. I avoid it at all costs, but I like it.
There are a lot of things in my life like that. I don't get it, but whatever. If I was ever going to understand myself, surely I would have done so by now.
I had a great birthday. I have great friends and family who helped make it a great day. I'd like to delve deeper into why I think Heaven is Other People, but it's 2:00 in the morning, and my eyes are tired. My fingers are tired. My ears are tired, but they aren't really needed for typing this post. They just wanted me to chime in for them. Not that they could hear the chime. They're too tired. And it was metaphorical.
I had a good birthday because I have good friends and family. May this always be the case.