Last night, my pal B was having a rough time. As someone who hasn't been a regular cook in the past, she made an effort, only to be thwarted by the rest of her family acting like 12-year-olds and not eating her yummies. From there, she got all down on herself thinking the food sucked. To my untrained culinary thinking, she did it all right and then some.
I found myself telling her to blog about it. "There is no crying in blogging - just blog fodder!". I promised I'd make a blogger of her yet.
It's odd how differently I find myself looking at certain situations. When I woke up from my endoscopy, clear-brained and fine, I was disappointed - I thought I was guaranteed at least two posts by having the anesthesia! Where was my crazy?
On the day of the Eternabus tour, I found my spirits higher than they should've been knowing I could later blog about it. Stupidity at work? Jot it down and turn it into a post.
So here's to the weirdos in line at the grocery store, the man in the hat on the train, and the nurse who misreads your test results! You may make life temporarily uncomfy but at least you're good for a post!