You know what I like?

I’m a sentimental person, I’m not afraid to admit that.  I get my feelings wrapped up in people from time to time.  If I like you, I like you.  I make an effort to talk to you.  I see you, I say, “Hey, what’s shakin’?  How are you?  What’ve you been up to?”  Because I give a shit about those people.  None of that really has anything to do with this, though.

I don’t know why, especially since I didn’t really start text messaging until about 2008, but I really, really like going some place where I’ll be busy for a while, like class or rehearsal, and coming out, looking at my phone and having text messages waiting, missed calls, voicemails, HeyTells…  From my friends.  I adore that because, you know, it means they wanted to talk to me.  It means they cared enough to try and get in touch with me.  I know it doesn’t seem like that big of a deal, but I do dig it.  Everybody wants to be wanted.  I mean, who doesn’t like that?