Sometimes I read someone's blog, and I feel love. I become a fan. I care, and I don't care if they don't care about me. It's not just that they have something interesting to say, or even that I really like them. It's that I'm totally convinced that if we were to meet at some party in real life, THEY would really like ME. We would totally be BFFs because hello? We have so much in common, and, um totally the same sense of humor and stuff.
So I leave you comments and really really really just want you to LIKE me. Do you like me? I want you to like me. So that eventually you'll love me. You love me right?
Then I have an epiphany. Steve, who lives in his grandmother's basement and collects celebrity nail clippings THINKS THE EXACT SAME THING. He's totally convinced that if Angelina Jolie just MET him, just ONCE, she would totally realize that they're meant to move to Montana together and raise guinea fowl.
Steve's there, writing intense fan mail to a stranger, just wanting her to LIKE HIM.
Okay, so I guess one difference might be that I don't hide dead bodies in my mattress. Yet.
I was going end this with a list of blogs with which I am obsessed, but since I accidentally turned it all crazy-like, and I don't want y'all blocking me, I just...won't.