Say -- did y'all know that if you write a blog entry and link to something in the Washington Post, your blog may eventually show up in the Post's "Who's Blogging?" box right next to the article? Because I sure didn't. And then I saw my referrer logs this morning and clicked over to that Carolyn Hax article on the Post site to see what in the world was going on. Eep!
I don't know why it was showing up twice.
Yes, I'm well aware that it makes no sense at all that I publish stuff on the World Wide Web and then get freaked at the idea that a lot of people might actually see it. This is an issue I've been grappling with since the days when I kept an online journal and would be shocked and horrified whenever someone I knew who hadn't been given a link stumbled across it. Seven years later, I'm none the saner about this.
Anyhow. Thanks for the kind comments on the last entry. The kitty still seems to be doing reasonably well. Not great. Not awful. I'm still a mess and will be for a while yet, but I made a point to get in a lot of walking today. It's better than nothing.
Entries I read by Little Miss Ess and Laura Bora from Bufadora today rang all too true to me.
I wanted to chime in with my own horror stories (if you couldn't tell from the last entry, I definitely have lots of coughissuescough on this subject), but then it hit me:
You know what really sucks?
I could recite an entire litany of these incidents, and where I was when they happened, my approximate age, what I'd had for lunch that day, what the weather was like, who was President at the time ... we're talking total painful recall.
But if I have to think of nice things people have said to me? Hmmm. I have to stop and ponder that one.
And there's just something fundamentally wrong about that. I need to make more of an effort to hang on to the good stuff, not because what strangers say validates me but because it's important to remember that sometimes people can be amazingly kind too.
So in the spirit of honoring the good people rather than the assholes, here's the best offbeat compliment I ever got from a stranger:
I was 21 or 22 and I was in a grocery store, lost in really deep thought over something earth-shatteringly important like which salad dressing to choose.
And an old man came around the corner, saw me, gave a start, and said "Golly! You're as pretty as a butterfly!"
Isn't that lovely?
Thank you, Old Man. That made my day. Sometimes it still does, even now.
If anyone else has any warm fuzzies they'd like to share below, by all means do so. I think I could use them today. Happy almost Friday.