Did you know that when I was a little girl, a cute curly-haired kid in the Minnie Mouse costume, that even then I had a Very Bad Thing inside my head? That it's been there this
whole time? Did you know that someone can be sick forever? That it's not you? That you can go on with your day?
Ignore my "Interesting Obituaries" title. It's the only way I could sign in to comment on your posts. I once had a blog titled something like "livinglifeonmars". I wasn't sure if I'd canceled my user-name and when searched for it, your blog popped up.
ReplyDeleteYour blog is much better than mine. I always thought I could write until a began writing, and reading your writing now, I'm reminded of why I no longer have one.
People rarely read my blog and for some shitty reason this bothered me. But occasionally someone would stumble across it and post some fucking cheery shit about rainbows after the rain and breathing fresh air deeply. Shittiest thing though was that I was less annoyed by their egotistical, patronizing idiocy than I was flattered by the fact that somebody had actually read my blog.
But once, someone simply wrote, "Don't forget that it really is just a god-awful small affair."
And that was quite good to hear.
I don't know why I'm writing all this. Perhaps trying to re-live my short-lived blogging days through you. Who knows. But thanks for your writing. It's clever and warm and vulnerable and crushing.