epic haiku

birthday languages of love

I think the single best thing about college social life is having a birthday. I was homeschooled, so I didn't grow up with the verbal showers of "Happy Birthday!" that I have gotton the last two years here. Those of you who have summer birthdays, my regrets. All of yesterdays events has me once again analyzing what my specific love language is.

For those of you who don't know, there are generally five love languages a person can have.
1. Acts of Service
2. Quality Time
3. Words of Affirmation
4. Gifts
5. Physical Touch and Closeness

These five languages can manifest themselves in many different ways. For instance, I think my main language is an odd mix of gifts and words of affirmation. The cards I got for my birthday with funny little personal details reflecting who I am meant more then anything else. I guess anything that truly reflects the extent that someone knows me is wonderful. Some of my girlfriends took me down to Rembrandt's for dinner because they know I love the European flaver that place has. That is indirectly a gift and an affirmation. This has to work somehow.

I also have to factore in how physical I am though. Probably the complement I get most from people is how much they love my hugs. They actually seem to have a brand name: "Natalie hugs." I guess it's because for me physical affection is just an expression for feelings that language can't define properly. So I guess my main love language is the words/gifts of affirmation thing with a secondary physical touch and closeness thing.

I love thinking about stuff like this. Last night Pippi and I were talking to a mutual friend of ours and I was asking him questions and then jumping to conclusions about things that were dead on. He looked at me and asked how I knew and Pippi replied in a way only she can: "Look at her eyes! She just knows." So I know I have somesort of a gift and I feel like I finally have come to a peace about going into counseling, yet not allowing it to define me. I would be able to set my own hours and factor in as much time to write as possible. Life is shaping up to be quite nice at this "old maid" age of 21.