tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-362932321057027355.post7918100582274266566..comments2023-11-05T06:55:10.488-05:00Comments on Made In Brooklyn: IdentityDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10119941917321754796noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-362932321057027355.post-30358974944721729692007-03-08T15:03:00.000-05:002007-03-08T15:03:00.000-05:00we weren't meant to be without community. it groun...we weren't meant to be without community. it grounds us and gets us out of head..... where we all struggle to figure out who we are. community helps reorient us back to truth. you are all those things and more....Goes On Runshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08395434629954240612noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-362932321057027355.post-67964907202609035032007-03-08T10:48:00.000-05:002007-03-08T10:48:00.000-05:00I detect a note of "is there something wrong with ...I detect a note of "is there something wrong with this?" in this post, so let me try to turn it into a compliment for you (since I know you love compliments).<BR/><BR/>The great thing about being friends with you is that you are able to be all of those things depending on how I'm feeling. If I'm pregnant and cranky you're mellow and in the mood to clean my bathroom. If I'm feeling excited, you let me dance to Billy Joel in your kitchen. If I'm feeling really, really not myself, you persuade me to rap nursery rhymes. I don't have many friends who let me be myself regardless of what that "self" might be on a particular day.<BR/><BR/>Way to go. <BR/><BR/>Or maybe we're both just weird.Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00593935812779639583noreply@blogger.com