Club Brown

Ok help me some one I need to know. What is the deal with this love language stuff?
my friend one of the closest that I share things with that would make every reader here blush in embarrassment, my friend that when I make the “this stays right here motion” I don’t have to worry about it leaving, my compadre in the officiating of the club de coco. He has the same love language. He gives, I give, He made me this website, and he sees my burden and comes to my aide and shoulders my load with me. How do I say thanks? I am plagued by the thought that I am never thankful enough. Never, not for all my gifts I have been given freely. I never want to take even a nano-second for granted and I feel like I live wide swiping thought the gift in life as if they were dust on a gym floor and I am wielding a fresh headed dust mop that picks up so much I could practically run and not miss a single thing. I want to notice the gifts and be grateful.
If I could go back and do things over in the past oh say 3 years I would make al the same decisions for the most part, one thing I would change I would have packed along a few Excedrin Migraine for an evening I spent with My friend. He asked me to accompany him on an evening that was so spectacular I will never for get it. I had a headache I felt as if I were going o throw up my supper and I still enjoyed it. I am playing this up too big as i recently did with “No country for old men” to my brother in-law saying “oh end all be all, the best movie ever and he saw it with that in his mouth and it did not make it there. So i want to be careful here but Zach and i went to see the band Sigur Ros and I had a screaming headache. I have posted about it before but before the show I was only mildly introduced to the band and thought it was cool enough. The live experience thought was second to none. I have seen some big shows with great production values and budgets that I wish I had for a 3 year window of regular life. But Seeing Sigur Ros was something i am still in awe of.
Why? i know why now and why  at this hour? Well I am sick and in the tub and reading an ambiguously gay magazine. An interview of an actor only a few of you would know and his interviewer is an obvious admirer, possibly even a friend, and asking questions of an actor who is so insecure in himself that he never catches the complements from the interviewer. He (the interviewer) notices everything even from the way the actors eyes change in the different lights of the locations that interview is taking them to, and the clothes he is wearing and still the actor pines to be loved by the passers by on the side walk. All the while reading this interview I am listening to Sigur Ros in the back ground thinking about my work my church and kind of haphazardly saying thanks for people and or things, as I have a habit of in the bath. Then it hits me you know who I am really thankful for? You know who I would love to repay for the experience of a life time and for years of good similar back grounded friendship. It was right in front of me.  But then there is the deal of the love language and I know his is as mine and giving is the dominating attitude. No of course you did not know this because you never say “this is my gift let me show you how I “uses” it”, that is unless you are a complete douche bag. And no I don’t think I am the actor being interview I just noticed how he was so unreceptive to his immediacy and it made me think.
I know there is that awkwardness about receiving. We were raised with “it is more blessed to give…”, and we don’t even know how to receive sometimes. I now I have this same disease. So I have no idea how this will sound but hey Zach, -dramatic but honest and sincere pause- Thanks man. You give me the shot in the arm at just the right time.