(I couldn't let that vile ranting stay on top. Not when there are so many beautiful people in the world!)
My darling friends:
We may not see each other often, hell- we may not know each other in real life at all! But your lives are so important to me. Thank you for sharing them. I DO actually care about what you had for lunch, and I DO care about the funny things your kids say and do. Quite honestly. I am voraciously greedy and voyeuristic about you because I find each and every one of you absolutely fascinating. I think we could all be best friends, if only given the chance. You are all much funnier than I am, too. I'm jealous, but I deal with it because we are friends and I wish the best for my friends.
If I am seemingly stand-offish in real life, it's because I'm so painfully self-conscious. In my head, I am running up and giving you all big hugs and telling you how great you look today. Because you do- I'm not about to blow smoke up your asses. You are my friends, and my friends deserve the truth. You can't help it that the truth is that you are always so devastatingly gorgeous to me. But I hold back from displaying it in person because I don't want to embarrass you by being seen with me.
When you comment, it's like the heavens have opened and sunlight is pouring into my heart. It's glorious. And it's not because I'm an attention whore (maybe just a tiny bit). Instead, I think "Look! My friends! Who I adore and care about every day! They are caring about ME today! It's reciprocal!" Basically, when you comment I feel less like a stalker and more like a friend, which is all I want to be.
If you think even a word of this has been facetious, you are wrong. Nor is it a plea for more comments (though they are ALWAYS well appreciated, of course). No, I truly feel this way about each and every person I read every day. No matter how different we are, your life is special to me. I think you're wonderful.
You should think you're wonderful too. Go on- only the best for my friends!
