Why I love the internet

The internet reminds me that I am not entirely unique.

That doesn’t sound right.

There are weird little things about each of us. Things that are weird to me might not be weird to you. I may think I’m normal and you might think I’m the kookiest person to ever walk the planet. Whatever. The internet reminds me that, for each of those weird little things, there are thousands upon thousands of other people who have that same weird little thing.

So my particular collection of weird little things is unique. But I am not a freak. Maybe that’s what I’m trying to say.

Does that seem like a random thought? I was catching up on my RSS feeds and read on someone’s blog about her love for pens. Pretty pens. In fun colors. And it matters what type of ink and the paper and how it feels when one connects with the other. I totally knew what she was talking about. And there’s a whole Flickr group dedicated to pictures of pretty pens. So see? Not random at all.

For bonus points, add in one of your “weird little things” in the comments.

2 Replies to “Why I love the internet”

  1. Hi, I love your banner ๐Ÿ™‚

    I love new journals, blank pages all neat and new to write on, and I have perfect pens too, but for me it’s all about the fresh start of writing in a new journal.

    I’m in a swap with you, I checked out your website and it’s great ๐Ÿ™‚

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