“Everybody sees me as this sullen and insecure little thing. Those are just the sides of me that I feel necessary to show because no one else seems to be showing them.”― Fiona Apple
My words calm her, and make her feel like I understand. Thing is, I don’t know her story. I don’t have to, because her story could be mine. Or yours. Just because she’s young, doesn’t mean that she’s carefree. She’s insecure, and unsure of her future. She’s hopeful she’ll find her way. Find someone that will love her, for everything she is and isn’t. She wants to be normal; Better. Hell, don’t we all? I want to hold her, and assure her normal is merely a washing machine setting. I won’t tell you her name, though some of you may know her. Even if you don’t know her name, you will know her story. As much as I’ll share anyway.
I received this in a private message last night after I posted my latest entry called I Don’t Chase After Anyone Anymore. I have to say that it must have struck a nerve with a lot of people because I received so many positive comments. Both public and private. I’m overwhelmed by my reader’s message to me. I’ve said before and I’ll say it again, I write the things that many people feel. I’m not afraid to say them though. I do this so that others don’t have to.
I oftentimes second guess myself and wonder if my words make a difference. Then I receive a message from a sweet young woman that is trying to find her way in this big bad world. The thing she doesn’t realize though I’m not so young anymore, I’m doing the same thing. I’m still trying to find my worth and my way. I’m trying to find where I fit in. How to leave my mark. What I can do to make this world a better place not only for me but for others.
With my young reader’s words and the sign she sent me, she made me realize that I have left my mark. I’ve left it in her heart. I’ve helped her realize that being “normal” is boring. That we must create our own normal. I hope I keep inspiring others along with myself. There’s still a lot of work to be done.
I read the message to Roger Darling last night and tears were streaming down my face. He asked me why I was crying. I told him because this is all I ever wanted to do. I wanted to inspire. He told me it wasn’t the first time I’d heard that I had changed someone by what I’d written. And it most certainly won’t be the last. Damn do I love that man.
I think my next post is going to be about a mind altering blow job, so watch out! Happy Sunday and Happy Veteran’s Day.