Learning how to be taken care of

In the last couple of hours, my responsibilities multiplied exponentially and nearly suffocated me. Or rather, I've been letting responsibilities pile up this entire weekend, and a couple of new developments sent me really, really close to the edge.

Presently, two deadlines have come and gone tonight without me meeting them. But it's okay. You know like in movies, a gun is fired at a guy, and then he feels around his torso, and realizes that he's still alive? Yeah. I feel something like that. I'm much calmer now. And moving on to happier thoughts.

So let me tell you about this weekend, because it brings a smile to my face.

THE CLUES (hindsight is 20/20):

1. A. Cope doesn't shop for groceries because he lives in a co-op. But he came with us to Berkeley Bowl after church, and shopped for groceries. I believed him when he said it was for something at Afro.

2. J. Nilawafers got off at A. Cope's residence. I thought that he was being clandestine about his residence, as usual.

3. S. Tran insisted I come to her apartment, took forever to open her door, and promptly threw a black blanket over my head (and nearly smothered me). I believed her when she said it was for an art project.

4. O. Lam, well....I thought about texting her sometime during the day, but thought she'd be at church. She might just be the sneakiest of them all.

Well played, friends. Well played. I didn't suspect a single thing.

Thank you again for the lavish surprise (home-cooked 5-course) dinner party, fruity cocktails, Spice girls, and homemade tiramisu.

But more so for the laughs, conversations, and for serving and surprising me for no reason at all. I know that it must have been extremely costly for each of you on so many levels. I appreciate each and every one of you so, so much. You are way too good to me, and I can only hope to someday reciprocate.

Did you know that no one has ever cooked me dinner, served it to me without letting me do anything, and didn't even let me wash dishes?

I had actually wanted to go home this weekend, because I was really worn down. I like being home, because I am the one being taken care of, instead of taking care of others. It's like a replenishing of the heart.

So thanks for Sunday night, it was just what I needed.