I’ve got people who see straight through me.  I was starting to think that my robot armor needed work.  Turns out I’ve just got good people.  People who see my flaws, point them out, and then we laugh about them.  People who get to see the wicked inner workings because I let them, and they don’t run.  People who tell me that sarcasm is awesome, that I’m not “bitching,” I’m “talking,”  and that think it’s endlessly amusing when I lose my temper and stomp around because they know it’s going to end with a snort.  People that fill every box of my calendar with laughter, love and liquor, who feed me when they know I’m too busy to take care of myself, and who don’t shut down when the robot goes offline.

Who ever would have thought I could look at so many people and say “You are my person.”