I’ve always been able to pride myself in my ability to cheer people up. Ever since I was little, i’d tell jokes at just the right time to make people smile; i’d stop awkward conversations and move the topic to something different. Most importantly, I just know what to say to some people to cheer them up. This “ability” of mine is what prompted me to go up to Cairns 2 weeks early with my mother when my grandmother died. Initially we were going to be coming up for the funeral at a later date, but I insisted to go up early. Once up there, I managed to keep a smile on everyone’s face. I was telling jokes, laughing, telling stories, or just talking to anyone who would listen, particularly my Uncle, Brett, who I miss a lot. He even gave me the nickname “Agent Jokester” because I simply would not stop with the jokes.

Last night I was able to use my “ability” once again. My friend, Matty, was having some problems with his girlfriend, and even considered the easy way out of the situation. Instead, he drunk himself into oblivion and then, after hours of drinking, thought about taking said way out again. Then he sent a message (a blank one, mind you) to me, and we got talking. Eventually we got onto the topic of his girlfriend and the problems they were occuring, and I knew just what to say to him to cheer him up and tell him that everything was going to be alright.

He called me his saviour.

It’s amazing how i’m able to pull this guy that I barely know out of the deepest of ruts all the time, but I love the feeling when I do. It makes me happy to know that I can at least help somebody just by making them happy. I suppose the reason I want to make people happy is because I know what it’s like to not be happy.

In other news, I’m halfway through one of my majorwork vexels! It’s currently 676 layers. I’m so glad I managed to get all that work done on it yesterday. :)