My funnies are running out. And for that I am sorry. But there’s a whole bunch of things going on in my head and it occurred to me that I should be letting them out. There’s too much stuff swimming around in my noggin. I need an outlet. Like in Harry Potter where you could just store away your memories and make way for new ones. So here goes, no doodle, no funny, nothing really. Just some random words strung together in a sentence.
A long time ago, I cried myself to sleep because of a blogger. What happened and why isn’t important. What is important is that this blog had an influence over me.
My whole life I’ve been used to thinking of myself as insignificant and unimportant. My dad is a huge space and astronomy fan. Growing up listening to him talk about the universe and its vastness changes your perception of things. Things start seeming so much smaller.
That night crouching on my kitchen floor crying my eyes out silently because of one little (albeit quite popular for its age) blog, I realized how big of an influence this person, the author behind the blog, had on me. The universe didn’t matter. The wars in other countries hadn’t had a part in it. Poverty, famine, nothing. Just the author and me.
It makes me wonder though, how much of an influence I’ve had on someone. Like everything else, I’ve always thought of my blog as insignificant in the grand world of the blogosphere. Do you think I’ve made someone cry? Caused a panic attack? Made someone happier? Made someone laugh when they really needed it? Have my virtual hugs every actually helped anyone? Not in a Whoa-That-Makes-All-My-Problems-Better! kinda way, but at least in a Huh-That-Felt-Nice kinda way.