Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Sometimes when I don't have anything better to do (or pretend that I don't have anything better to do, more like) I go to all of your blogs and then visit the other blogs on your list. Is this snooping? Maybe. But I enjoy it, and I'm not going to lie about that. Sometimes I will eventually recognize the person as someone I know. Mostly, I just enjoy getting to know the other people you know and love. Some of the people are really hilarious. Some are mentally ill, like me. Most leave me with a little smile on my face. You know how Brigham Young said that in the spirit world we are going to be able to visit any point in history -- traveling like a bolt of lightning -- to observe that time and place? I'm going to have to spend forever there, because I'm just so dang curious about other people. I was reading Jenny's blog the other day (she is destined to be a famous blogger, go visit it) and she was talking about making up life stories for the people driving by. I do that all the time. Sitting at a stop light I kind of have to force myself not to think about it, because I just feel obsessed sometimes to know what that other persons life is like. I always hope it's a happy life, but sometimes I know it's not. Sometimes I see someone crying as they drive. That always hurts me. I wish I could go and climb in the car with them and let them know they are not alone. Sometimes I see someone singing at the top of their lungs and tapping their hand or head. I love that! I like to sing to the music, too, and so do my kids. Sometimes I see people picking their nose. Sometimes I see people in love, sitting as close as possible in the cab of their cowboy truck. Sometimes I see couples who have been together forever and they're not talking, just staring out the window. I see frazzled mothers, old people who really should not be driving, smokers, arguers, cellphone talkers (who's on the other line?), and many others. I wish I could visit all of their lives, maybe watch all of it and see all their triumphs and failures. But I would always come back to mine. I'm aware that I'm comfortable here, and I definately know I don't want to see some of what I would see. Anyhow, I think that is why I love to study both history and acting. I just love people, and I am so interested in what makes them tick. I am positive there must be a way for us to master ourselves, but I kind of like our faults and eccentricities, too. Anyhow, I'm off on a serious tangent here. Back to snooping on other people's blog. You know the little password you have to type everytime you want to comment on someone's post? One of your mystery bloggers had decided to define that word on the bottom of every comment they leave, and invited everyone to do the same when they leave a comment. I just thought that was so hilarious. So I'm stealing it, and from now on will make up a definition to every made up word I have to type in. You may also steal that nice person's idea, if you want. I have always prided myself on being able to make up a fairly accurate definition of any word I didn't know the definition to, earning me the nickname "Dic" (for dictionary) from my friend Shawna. She is also an excellent wordsmith, and can always find another descriptive word that means the same thing, earning her the nickname "Thor," for Thesaurus. Unfortunately, together we make up "Thor Dic." Think about that one for a minute, and then stop thinking about it!