My Blogroll

If you’re around or in a group long enough you start to see trends or patterns emerge.  They can be done consciously, like following trends in fashion.  Sometimes nature plays a part.  Put a bunch of girls living together and in a few months our cycle will all be synchronized.  We can come together because of our interests or circumstances, and sometimes by pure chance.

If you’re reading this more than likely you’re on my blogroll.  And I’m not the first to notice that many of you are on each others blogrolls as well.  When I first started blogging many of you were relatively new to the blogging world like me.  Most of us are more or less within the same age range and somehow we all came together.  Maybe wordpress is our Island of Misfit Toys.

But I’ve noticed some other trends among our little group.  It seems like when one is in a funk it won’t be long before a few of us are.  And this past year a handful of people on my blogroll went MIA around the same time.  A few of you are coming back, thankfully.  And this past week I noticed another trend.  I know that it’s a new year and a great time for reflection in our lives but it seems like a number of you have written about writing with more purpose and intent, giving more meaning in your entries.  And not just stated you would like to do it but are already starting to do so, and I love it.

I love that I get to peak inside and get a glimpse of your lives.  I love that you’re all funny and creative, willing to write honestly and put yourselves out there.  I’m glad I get to be a small part of this little group, no matter how it happened.

The Natural State

Everyone has those times in their lives when everything is so chaotic they can’t remember what day it is.  When you’re getting ready one morning and realize the entire week has passed and the last memory you had was from two weeks ago because everything since then is one gigantic blur.  So you neglect things.  Important things, like eating for example.  Or sleeping.  Or your blog.  Well, for me, this isn’t one of those times.  I’m eating plenty thank you.  I haven’t missed a meal, snack, semi-snack, or satisfied munchies in quite a while.

Anything less than 9 hours of sleep is unacceptable and don’t forget naps during the day.  I’m turning into a cat.  Well, except for bathing myself with my tongue and coughing up hairballs.  So why is it again that I’m negleting this blog?  I dunno.

I’m going to copy off myself and post pictures from my photoblog on here.  I took these over the Thanksgiving weekend when I went hiking at Petit Jean National Park.  It’s crazy that I love nature photography and Arkansas is the natural state.  But in all my years of growing up here this was my first time to ever go hiking here in Arkansas.  Go figure.

Hello…I see you

I know that at some point in life, probably many times, we see someone we know but don’t really know.  You know they know you.  You know they know you know them.  Maybe someone you went to high school with or maybe it’s someone that works for the same company you do but in another department.  You may have never even talked to this person before but you know you have something in common with them.  Somehow you are connected.  Do you stop and chat?  Or walk past like complete and total strangers?  Usually, I opt to walk on by.  I’m not trying to be rude but I assume the possible conversation will be awkward and I don’t want to bother the other person.  I can hear it now:

Weren’t you in my 6th grade reading class?

– (Nods head with fake interest and enthusiasm) Oh yeah, I was. (silence ensues)

So...(awkward pause. Looking into shopping cart) I see you like Raisin Bran.  Good stuff.

Well, a few months ago I came out of the movie theater to see a guy that was on my myspace page.  I had never met him, never actually talked to him.  Our exchanges were completely limited to myspace and were few and far between at best.  However, I knew things about him because of what he posted on his page.  I knew a little about his divorce, his kids, what his interests were, what kind of music he liked, books he read, and movies he watched.  In a very small way I felt like I kind of knew him.  Matter of fact, because I was so sure I knew him from someplace “real”, I started to semi-panic because I couldn’t recall his name immediately and was sure I would offend him when he saw and recognized me.  He never saw me and as I put together who he was I figured he probably wouldn’t have recognized me at all.  And I have to say that I found the whole thing to be a little eerie.

I think about this a lot when it comes to the blog.  Regardless of whether you put up a picture, or use your real name, I feel like I know most of you pretty well.  I look forward to reading your posts or receiving comments from you on mine.  At first it was the excitement of someone reading what I wrote and having something to say about it.  But over time the excitement has shifted a little to being more personal because I feel I know you more individually.

But what if we were to randomly pass and recognize each other on the street?  Would it be eerie like the myspace guy?  Would we say anything or just walk on by pretending not to notice one another (and blog about it later)?  My first reaction was to walk on by pretending ignorance.  But now I’m not so sure.  I’m quite certain that it’s come to all of your attention that there is a great majority of us linked together on our pages.  Reflecting on all the stories and comments, I’d be willing to bet that we could throw one kick ass party if we were to all get together and meet up.  So if by some random chance you see me passing by, don’t hesitate to say hello.