You know someone asked me a really good question. He asked me why I blogged. "Why do you think someone else wants to hear you vent. What makes your thoughts and opinions so important?" Ya know it made me think. There isn't anything special, and yes I could probably do this on my word program and feel about the same. I think though that its the thought that maybe someone does care. That maybe in expressing myself might make someone else feel ok that they feel that way to.
If I could make just one person feel less alone I have accomplished something.
The same conversation that I had with that man, we talked about deodorant and funk. Which in the normal world would seem like a totally outrageously retarded, crud conversation. In the middle of Kuwait in the army though it is just another slice of life that keeps things interesting. Now to tell all this and not explain this man would be a crime.
For online and blogging purposes I'll just call him D. D is tall, tanned, and bald. He looks around very early thirties or younger. While looking at that man on the other hand, if he out ranks me (which I'm sure he does), I would probably cry if he got into chewing my ass. So quite scary he could be, but when he smiles it melts his face.
While talking to D he has basically to facial expressions; Angry and laughing. When I first met him I wondered if he was just angry all the time. Then I got to know him. He is funny, and incredibly smart. He in some ways remind me of my father in his brilliance. Maybe that's why I feel so adamant about describing him.
I don't know I met so many new people here that even if I tried I couldn't begin to give them all their own thing. It's ok know you'll meet people I feel help me, remind me, try me, or sustain me.
GOOGLE EMOTION
that's for you D
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