I wasn't aware that this was a leap-year until Tuesday, February 28. Perhaps I'm glad I did not, for no doubt I would have spent the weeks leading up to leap day in obsessive reverie over how to spend this sacred day that comes only two times per decade.
|Me in reverie and a hat...|
Tonight, as I walked the block home from my parked car, after starting a conversation with a man as a disguise for the fact that I was starting a conversation with him to prevent him from robbing me (yes I apparently think my conversation skills have super-powers), I started thinking about the blog which adopted this moniker in mid October, 2011, and how things have changed after authoring such a wildly successful social phenomenon. (If you don't think that's a funny joke, you're not my audience.)
But I can't hide the fact that writing this has changed the way I interpret and experience the world. Let me first draw attention to the lack of parallelism in the bullet points below as I tell you a little about what I've learned from blah-g-ing:
- If you're going to write posts about overusing words like ironic and literally, people will start holding you accountable for your language-use. They will literally count the number of times you use the words you write about. It's kind of ironic, right? (No.)
- I hear people in a different way than I did before. At the risk of sounding like I am disparaging people into blog-fodder, which I am absolutely doing, I constantly absorb anecdotes from my fellow humans (yes, I am a greedy anecdote-absorbing sponge). There is an immeasurable richness in the voices of the masses all around you. Everything is so gratuitously bizarre. Everything is a story.
- Overheard tonight:
- "Two weeks after I was in French prison, my house burned down."
- "I mean, if you're on the sex-offender list, you did something bad; you don't just get on the list by peeing on a tire."
(I dare you to tell me you don't want to hear the stories behind these quotations and I promise you these would have eluded my consciousness had I not been listening the way I now listen...)
- I am a less-dispassionate, more-engaged member of society. (Beware: this part gets fluffy:) From time to time, I indulge myself by imagining every stranger I encounter is a potential reader—someone who takes time from their day to take a gander at Hobo Siren. This might sound a little narcissistic because it is and I am, but what I really mean is—community has a broad, far-reaching definition and I accept my broad, mini-, and sub- communities with more open arms than ever before. And this causes me to treat individuals differently. Yes, I am an introvert who more than jealously guards her privacy—an introvert who guards her smiles and salutations as if they were made of gold and blood—but more and more, I'm looking at people like they're part of my world. And this is progress.
These are just a handful of things I've noticed that are different after writing here. Most of you are bloggers. Please tell me what you've noticed and learned since you started blogging.