Downloading

I do this thing my parents call downloading. I've always done it, and I doubt I'll ever stop, it's that much a part of me. First, I'll give you a definition.

Downloading:

The act of coming home to someone after the day (or even a part of the day) is done and telling them about it. Subjects may include, but are not limited to, fears, tears, smiles, stories, and people.

My mom used to have to set aside forty-five minutes every day after school so I could tell her about my day and all that was on my mind. I've gotten shorter and have cut that time down by a little over a third.

If I can't download, I shrivel. I feel loved when someone listens. I feel loved when I can share my life with people. If I don't have the opportunity to do that, I feel myself shrink away into myself.

Luckily, that hasn't happened very often in my life. I've always been surrounded with people who (at least act like they) are excited to hear about my life. So I've been okay. I just hope I can continue to surround myself with people who are excited to hear my silly stories and fears. Because when I have that, almost nothing else matters.