One thing I love about blogging is this tribe we have. I didn’t know that would happen. I wanted to write and blogging suits me. I didn’t know I’d get to meet so many fabulous people.
It took me a few minutes to get to “fabulous”. I rejected “awesome” right off the bat because Randy says that I say “awesome” too much. I mean, it’s fair, I do use the word “awesome” a lot, but sometimes things are just awesome. Anyway, then I considered “incredible”, “broken” and “resplendent” before settling on “fabulous”. Fabulous isn’t enough though, so just add all those other words as well. Also, I don’t mean broken in a bad way, I mean broken in a way like Kintsugi, the Japanese art of mending broken pots with gold. The repairs make the pots more beautiful. I’m talking about that kind of broken.
But I digress.
I’ve been talking to some of you for years now. It’s like we’ve been having one long never ending conversation. Well, a conversation where I always decide the topic and then you have to listen to me talk. A lot. Still, it’s a terribly interesting conversation.
Terri Lee commented on my last post and said: When I’m having the crappiest days, or sometimes weeks, ever, you give me a shot of laughter and even relief. Relief that I’m not the only off-kilter individual out there in this Universe! Haha! That’s it! You’re like a human EpiPen®! A shot of adrenaline for my severe allergic reactions to assholes and to life!
Being called a human EpiPen® is pretty much the best compliment in all the compliments that ever were and all the compliments that ever will be.
I love my comments like I love weekends and chocolate cake with vanilla ice cream. I got the most amazing comment a few days ago where a woman told me that I changed her life.
Changed her life.
That freaked me out a little. Changed her life? I can’t be changing lives. I’m not a changing lives person. I don’t come from changing lives people. What if I’m wrong about everything? What if I mislead or misinform someone and I damage them? I’m not a goddamn professional.
Remember WKRP In Cincinnati? Of course you do, you know how I know? Because I’m from Cincinnati and whenever I go anywhere, someone asks me if I listen to WKRP. Let me clear that up. Yes. Yes, I do. I love Dr Johnny Fever and Venus Flytrap. They are awesome. And Randy appears to be right about the “awesome” thing.
Anyway, there was an episode where Jennifer Marlowe had a segment where she was dispensing advice to people calling in. One caller complained about her husband and Jennifer gave her some flippant advice. The woman called back the next day and said she followed the advice and her husband hit her. Jennifer Marlowe had been having so much fun doling out advice and then she learned that her words actually have weight. Not that she is responsible for someone committing an act of domestic violence, of course not. But her words still carried weight.
I thought of that episode when I read the absolutely lovely comment where a woman told me I changed her life. On the one hand, I am humbled and thrilled to know that someone connected profoundly with what I wrote. I really am. But it still scared me a little. I mean, a lot of times, I am working through my issues and who knows how I will feel even a short time later? I’m not the same now as I was when I first starting blogging. People reading older posts aren’t reading about the same person who is writing this post today.
Have I mislead anyone? Have I hurt anyone?
I am deciding to just be happy about it. I love it when I connect with people. I am glad when they find comfort in not being alone or have epiphanies when they recognize our shared experiences.
So, here are your take aways:
1.) I am not a mental health care professional. I might be wrong sometimes. This is just me, talking about my shit.
2.) I love all of you like frozen crazy. You are awesome.
3.) WKRP is a kick ass radio station.
Photo courtesy of Marina Shatskih