Giving thanks.

This cursor has been blinking in my face for the past half hour. It's Thanksgiving and I can't think of one darn thing I'm thankful for. Well, one that I'm willing to admit out loud at a table filled with candied yams, a turkey, and five of the people who know me best staring me down for the answer. (I've got a strong and silent reputation to uphold, man.)

I've never had a "proper" Thanksgiving before. All I know is some Pilgrims hit a rock back in the day, bumped into some Native Americans...they ate lots of maze together, all wore some crazy hats and then something about manifesting their destinies or whatever. (I'm pretty sure I conked out during that riveting History Channel episode.)

Am I supposed to be thankful for all the times I was viewed as a walking experiment by a sicko whitecoat, poking and prodding at me with instruments? Thankful for the time Angel was kidnapped from us? Thankful for Ari kicking me face-first in the sand and leaving me for dead?

Maybe I have the wrong attitude about this whole thing? I should be like those Pilgrims and be thankful that I made it off that boat in one piece. (Figuratively, I mean.) Be thankful that I'm here and have the flock with me. We're pretty amazing, if you think about it.

I'm thankful for being alive.

-Fang.