I don't get it. I'm not used to being so well received. There's gotta be something wrong with me or you. I'm not used to being told directly and plainly the favor that is being shown to me through no merit of my own. It's so weird. It's not even a detached form of telling me how good I am or the things I do well, which has been told to me over and over again but does not satisfy.

Today I had a favor done for me that I never would have expected, it wasn't such a big deal in itself but I just couldn't figure out how to explain what was there--that was never there before--that surprised me so much. It wasn't that I didn't think that person would do something so nice. I just have no idea.

I do know that if I stopped doing things I did so well that I would continue to be loved. Sometimes when a person has bad eyesight it reminds me of the Casper cartoons, where he befriends a turtle with bad vision until it gets glasses, and once it can see he's a ghost it gets scared and runs away. I almost have that in my mind about real people in my life with bad eyesight. Weird huh? What I like most about the cartoon is that Casper finds a baby fox (or other woodland creature) that loves him, because it wasn't taught to be afraid of ghosts. Apparently its the moral of that story. Half this paragraph just made no sense. All I know is that my humor is not why my roommate enjoys having me around (though that's really all that takes place). I do feel liked for who I am, but I'm not afraid of what might happen if I stopped being so funny, or something. I feel wanted. I think the Lord is giving me back the years the locusts have eaten. They've eaten too much, and it ticked Him off.