I've been the recipient of so much generosity it sometimes makes me almost dizzy. It's more than I could ever pay back, maybe more than I deserve, which induces an almost vertigo-like sense of appreciation. It's disquieting, but I think that's appropriate – we shouldn't be quiet to those who have helped us! We should say thank you.
So I'd like to say thank you to my parents, first and foremost. They've done more, and had more patience, than I would ask of anyone, and for some reason they still seem to like me. They've been there for me when no one else was, despite my flaws, and as I accumulate the microscopic amounts of wisdom I've earned, I'm only more impressed with them.
I'd also like to thank the bad actors, the haters, the people who've done me dirty, big and small. I've not had much experience with confrontation, but what I have is thanks to you, and I aspire to grow stronger every day. Many more people were silent in their judgment, sharing it with many people, but not me directly. Or willing to hurt me but only in ways they think I wouldn't notice. I am less thankful to those people.
The friends who have been true, you know who you are. Suffice it to say, this holiday is a bit too sincere for most American friendships, but know I feel the same way about my friends that they feel about me. Always.
It's important to publicly state: I am definitely grateful for worms. I've never been somewhere and thought, this earth is too healthy, this ecosystem is too efficient at handling waste biomass. So tip of the hat to worms.