A few weeks ago I lost a near and dear colleague. I was grieving pretty horribly and this attendant at a local electronics store must’ve noticed, because she asked me if I was alright. So I told her. A week later - yes, I frequent that store because electronics is a hobby of mine - she was at the cash registers again and she followed up on my wellbeing, asking how I was. It was so heartwarming. I wish I could’ve expressed, other than with words, how beautiful I think it is to care about strangers like that. So yesterday I did my first soldering ever and I thought, why not give it to her as a token of my gratitude. So I did. Just 30 minutes ago. She really seemed to appreciate it. And I told her that more people should be like her, caring for each other casually.

Since my depression set in four-five years ago, I have been stunted when it comes to interactions with people. But this just felt right.

I hope I didn’t do anything weird. People have been frowning on me for my whole life for being way too expressive, enthusiastic, eccentric, whimsical or whatever. So I second guess my actions.