I have this condition. It’s rather serious and somewhat life-altering at times. Although the condition often rears its head, I don’t struggle from it often, really. Sometimes I feel pain, but most of the time I live my life as most normal people do, as I have adjusted to the condition to my heart.
The condition is called “ilovepeopleitis”. Yes, that’s what its called. I love people. It’s true. I have a lot of hope in mankind, and trust that people are good and will do good things and make good things and say good things and drink mead and be merry.
I walk down the street and catch the eye of a little child, playing, oblivious to the larger world surrounding him and I feel a sense of warmth and happiness. It’s almost as if I draw energy from the sight.
I sit at an aiport, eavesdropping on a group of elderly people discussing the changing times and the future of air travel, and I smile, and hug myself. I draw a bit more energy from their rapid tennis game of conversation.
I pass by a mother, towing her child, shopping for wonderful treats and having a hard time saying no to the less healthy of the selections and I chuckle and shake my head. Another parent suckered by their one true love; Another boost.
All day long I think about people. I think about how our world wouldn’t exist in the same way without them. I think about how we wouldn’t progress without them. And I remind myself that that is what my cause is… to help continue the progression of people; to keep the world in balance of its natural order. I remind myself that I am part of that collective noun called “people” and I am part of the progression and play a part in the way the world exists.
My condition overtakes me at times. It guides me and leads nearly every aspect of my life. It is within me and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.