If there's one thing I've learned from my mom, it's to be nice to people, even if you don't know them. If there's one thing I've learned from my dad, it's to always find a way to make light of a situation. I'm thankful that I've managed to carry both of those qualities with me throughout my life - granted, I'm never perfect, but who ever is? For the most part, I've done pretty well. And it's a weird feeling when I'm having a conversation with someone and I know that the expression on my face would remind me of my mom, or when I'm trading witty banter with a random person and I realize it's something my dad would have said.
"Your hair looks nice today!" (That's something my dad says to everyone. Even when he is talking to them on the phone. Which is pretty much the greatest ever.)
Those are good things. Seeing how my parents shaped me into who I am - sometimes in ways that they couldn't have planned. Hand gestures, certain phrases and inflections of the voice. Some things just manage to catch, I guess.
I'm thankful that I have those qualities. Especially the sense of humor that I'm sure I got from my dad. I like joking around with anyone and everyone, and I'm always trying to make light of any situation. When I'm nervous or awkward, I'll most likely be acting silly. And it's not just a defense mechanism to mask an insecurity - it's like in the back of my head I'm thinking, "Why does this have to be awkward? Let's make fun of it. Let's giggle so I don't feel like a hot mess." I have this self-depreciating, Bridget Jones-esque monologue going on in my head all the time, which makes most situations highly entertaining.
Also, I just like connecting with people. I like going through the day knowing that I left some sort of wave in the sea of people all around me, you know?
Kind of like today. Today was a generally good day. But I feel like it could have been worse. I started out the day with every woman's favorite doctors appointment - and instead of dreading it, I was laughing inside because of how awkward I knew it was going to be.
I'm sure the nurse who took my blood work thought I was insane, because I kept giggling and making jokes. When she came back with the needles and such, she mentioned me getting a TB test, too, and I was all, "WHAT." And she was all, "Um, you know? The TB test? Where you get that bubble on your arm and then they come back and check it in a few days?" And I was all, "NO, PLEASE NO DO NOT DO THAT TO ME EVER." (Probably accompanied by a weird, maniacal laugh.) By then she realized the paperwork was mixed up and then she let out this huge laugh and was all, "Giiiiirl, you were not havin' that TB test business, were you?" She was seriously hilarious. Totally distracted me while she stabbed a needle in my vein to drain me of my blood.
(Side note: Having blood drawn would be a lot more soothing if they hired Edward Cullen impersonators. Or maybe that's just me? Okay, never mind.)
Anyway, I kind of adore my doctor (mostly because she is so nice and kind of looks like that one lady from that show Providence from forever ago) and we chattered so much during the entire appointment that it went by incredibly fast. After the appointment was done, she randomly hugged me and said, "Thank you for the laugh! When you wrote on the patient survey form that you were here for your 'lady parts visit' it totally made my morning!" I was all, "I'm glad you didn't think I was creepy!"
I left the doctors office with a skip in my step. I mean, who leaves the doctors office with a skip in their step?
I traditionally follow any doctors visit with a visit to Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf to reward myself. (I reward myself with food, which is totally healthy and a good idea. You can quote me on that.) When the barista handed me my drink, she leaned it in my direction and I saw that she had added a smiley face of chocolate sauce to the top of the drink. (Of course, in the below photo it had already kind of sunk into the coffee and looks a little more terrifying than it did originally. Use your imagination, though.)
When I saw it I kind of squealed and told her how cute it was. Actually, I think it came out as more of a, "Ahhhh, thyahs suhhh cyuuuuht!" because when I get excited I sometimes talk in a weird accent. I don't know why this is, and I'm fairly sure it's not something I inherited from either my mom or dad. Who knows. But I don't think the lady judged me, from what I could tell. She just seemed happy to make someone happy. I just love little things that people do that are different from the norm, you know?