I've been searching for jobs all day, and it has sent me into a slight depression. Not one of those dramatic my-life-is-a-tragedy depressions, just one of those what-do-you-mean-you're-not-looking-for-any-Katrockets-at-this-time? depressions. Mild to boring, really. Wasn't even gonna mention it.
But then this delivery came: beautiful flowers! I instantly felt the rush of social acceptance and desirability, paired with strong curiousity.... who could they be from? That guy from last weekend? That girl from last night? Did my car turn into a giant robot and pick them just for me? Wait a minute - do I even HAVE a car?
Well, they were actually from my father, which was no less surprising, because although my father is a generous and caring man, he's not well-known for such spontaneous gestures of parental support. He came to visit me last weekend and noticed I was quieter than usual, less confident, trying too hard to be "upbeat" - knowing very well how much I want to punch all upbeat people.
I couldn't help but cry after reading the card. The message wasn't sappy or oversentimental. Just a simple "go get 'em girl". I cried because it was exactly what my mom always did to brighten my rough patches when she was alive. Even though my dad always complained that it was a stupid waste of money and never understood why women were 'into that crap", I guess he finally realized that it truly can be "the thought that counts". The simple act of sending someone a positive message, and a small token for no other reason than to make them feel good is never a waste of one's time or money. It's just a super cool thing to do, that's all.
Thanks a million, Dad. You really rock - and now I see where I get that from.