They were alien TRANSVESTITES.

I spent some time looking at names of my friends today. I tried counting the letters in their names. I won't tell you why, because I want to remain a creature of mystery, but what does matter is what I discovered while staring into these names; it was unexpectedly hard for me to count the letters. If I read the word of someone's name their face, their laugh, and their personality shone so brightly beyond the word that I saw the word as a representational image. It no longer existed as individual letters composing someone's name, it became the person. There were no letters. It was not a name. It was not a word. It was a personality so strong and unique that the letters no longer existed. My friend, whom I love so uniquely and differently from the personality 'written' above and below someone elses 'name', all of them brilliant examples of themselves represented as 'words' that I could no longer see on a screen.

It made me think a lot about how important existing as a social organism is. People who enjoy others company have stronger immune systems, they are happier and healthier than people who don't enjoy a social lifestyle. Humans are designed to party. We're meant to exist with other people and draw on each others energies in an endless exchange. There's just gotta be more glass-full people spilling their happy into other people's cups, and other people's cups should be more receptive to glass-full people. More positive energy should be flowing, pulsing and conquering over the pessimism and aggression that trigger negativity.

Imagine every person you meet scraping temporary sidewalk sunshine in your heart. The residue of a lifelong friendship captured in romanticizing the slow drag of a cigarette as the sun rises at five in the morning on an Indian Summer day. Existing in every moment and drinking the vital essence of life. Fuck all y'all for being so goddamn beautiful and awesome.