‘Comforted’ED

OK, so i look like i make people feel comforted….Huh??

This statement was thrown at me today by a well-meaning friend/acquaintance…over a depleting supply of classic milds and a dirty mosaic table..

Much as i was too perplexed to hear the explanation part of her speech, my head did repeat the damn thing over and over again, just to taste it…or maybe take some pleasure in the loss of meaning which happens when a totally sensible phrase is oft repeated, till it starts to sound like gibberish (try saying ‘table’ or ‘moon’ or somethin 50 times and you’ll know what i mean)

Coming back, ‘comforted’ as in when you get to scratch a particularly itchy square inch of your back? or perhaps it has to do with the sense of all-transcending relief which seeps in when you get to eat/pee after a longish period of time..

What comforts you? or rather, what makes you feel comforted?

Would i feel comforted if i look at somebody who is? or if i look at somebody who isn’t, and relish my being, in what would be my pathetic sense of gratitude towards all things not under my control and eventually feel, comforted? I guess it could be neither…for instance, i could feel comforted by just looking at something so unrelated to my current obsessed-over situation in life that i feel comforted by just knowing that there’s more to this out there….alternatively, by knowing that i got the the biggest problem/tragedy of them all, which completely justifies and even underlines my obsession….comfort in knowledge..and sometimes the lack of it..not knowing beer can build a belly would be quite comforting to all nursing an abdominal grudge..

Inference, though i know that she’d meant it quite positively, I don’t yet know if making people feel comforted really counts as “the best thing about…” anybody…me in the least!