Wednesday, March 2, 2011
the wide wide world web
When I really stop to think about it, it almost seems silly to me, narcissistic even, that as I write about my life, my little world here, that anyone would even care to read. Who besides me silently giggles when Girl Child declares she has "outgrown mcdonalds", and who cares that sometimes I worry about strange things, or is singing praises that she's finally having a happy year at school? It's not like I'm doing the world a favor by writing our tales, and spilling my guts to strangers, so to speak.
Then I realized that I have friends whose blogs I read, and I care. and I'm not the only one either. Somehow we form these bonds and friendships, while sharing our tales- even the ones from the dark side- without actually meeting each other.
And you know what else- I look forward to my 'me time' when I can catch up on what's going on in the lives of the people whose blogs I read. So thank you for caring about my junk, and thanks for letting me read your too.