So I was happy.
After a week's worth of ranting to random people, or, as a friend said in jest, "inflicting" myself on them (I wince at it), after trying (and failing) to look for anything substantial to believe or cling on to, after vain attempts in flushing out months-old shit stuck in clogged mental toilets with, unsurprisingly, beer, I was happy for a weekend.
So when I said "Thank you for coming," or "thank you for the gift" or thank-you-for-whatever, it meant more than conventional after-party thank-yous tossed out to visitors.
So thank you.
