I keep laughing at my 9:30 starts on Mondays. It's my latest start for the entire week. All my other starts are at 9. I laugh at it, but that extra half an hour actually means a lot to me.
Like my friends telling me about things. You know, things that are going on. Keeping me in the loop. That means a lot to me.
People saying 'Hi' and people saying 'Bye.' Actually acknowledging my existence. That means a lot to me.
Friends calling, Facebooking or MSNing me randomly. Just to chat. Or maybe to thank me for something. That means a lot to me.
Randoms that I like trying to become friends with me. Actually making a conscious effort. That means a lot to me.
Moments spent mucking around and talking with friends. That means a lot to me.
People giving me a chance beyond the first five minutes of initial contact. That means a hell of a lot to me.
People appreciating the effort that you put into helping them, or just doing something. That means a lot to me.
People caring about whether you're dead or alive, in Africa or at home. Sounds stupid, but it means a lot to me when people show that they care.
Just so that this doesn't become an overly introspective, corny and personalised piece, you tell me what's important or means a lot to you. Doing that would mean a lot to me too.
Word of the Day: Tangent
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