So sometimes (a lot of times) I write blog posts and the unintended consequence is that it evokes lots of pity and/or sadness and not a lot of understanding and/or entertainment.
Erin’s reaction to last week’s blog:
Erin: that was a sad post though my friend. i”m going to give you one of those creepy hugs you hate
or just hold your hand when you’re not looking
cuz i’m here for you soul sista
Megan: ugh. damn.
Ultimately it’s evidence of my weakness as a writer and my tendency to act really extrasupermelodramatic about everything. I accept this. I’m self-aware. I don’t necessarily prefer it, but I accept it.
But this weekend I came across this tweet from one of my very favorite websites: