And despite all of the weirdness, I crave people and social interactions. My favorite day of the week is Thursday because it’s Lady’s Night at our local club. However, the half off drinks aren’t the reason it’s my favorite (although it definitely plays a part). My favorite part is being elbow to elbow in a room full of all of my favorite people, regardless of how stuffy and sweaty it may be.

People have often told me, "You like everyone." It's true; I do. Why wouldn't I?

We are all different and that’s part of the wonderfulness. How boring would life be if we were surrounded by people who were exactly like us? No one would challenge our beliefs or opinions and expand our way of thinking. No one would tell you to shut up when you’re being obnoxiously winey about nonsense or to get off your high horse when you have zero right to be on one.

We all have so much to offer one another, whether it be our wisdom, our kindness or just a shoulder to lean on; we never stop learning from other people or thriving from their support.

Some people are so interesting or have the most intriguing lives that I could listen to them talk forever. Some are the kind of funny where everything they say makes you laugh. And it’s the good kind of laughter. The laughter that comes from deep within you and makes your stomach hurt. Some are so sweet and sincere that just their presence makes you want to be a better person, to be the best version of yourself you could possibly be.

Then there are the nerds. The people that can blow people away with their ability to make words come alive off a page and take you into another world or understand that weird language that mixes math with numbers, shapes, and the Greek alphabet. The people who were blessed with the gift to be so incredibly smart they could figure out how to freeze a specific moment in time for us to be able to print and frame to hang on our walls to reminisce, allowing itself to tell a story for generations to come. And we can’t forget about the people who figured out how to cure sicknesses, put a man on the moon and especially the ones who created and designed the technology that has advanced to the iPhone I’m typing this on, which I will then email to myself so I can work on it on my computer, which some other genius was able to envision and make happen.

Everyone, even myself, has muttered—maybe screamed—the “I HATE EVERYONE” sentence. But deep down, no one ever really means it.

Because even when you’re upset and hurting because of a person, what is it that picks you back up and tells you that you are beautiful and kind and everything will work out? Another person.

They have the innate ability to make you feel OK again.

I’m not saying your self-worth depends on someone else, OR that you can only feel whole if you have a special someone in your life (romantic or platonic). I’m just saying they can make it all that much more magical.

There are people you meet and they make you happy, but not just on the surface. They make your soul happy and make you feel warm and fuzzy inside; they make you wonder how you honestly ever got through life without them.

Those are the people you hold on to and you never ever let go, because they are your people. And what would life be without your people?