Coming into my own
After I put up my instant messenger contact info on the blog sidebar a few months ago, I received a message from a stranger one day:
"I don't usually do this, but... I am a reader of your blog..."
Who knew I'd eventually end up sleeping with that same stranger???
(I dunno why Miss Bunny thought I'd kill her for posting that irreverent post when I was the one to come up with such a corny line in the first place :P)
We've been having a blast so far. Kindred spirits, as Anne of Green Gables would say. A few weeks back I met up with Ariel, yet another kindred spirit, and we had a blast too. You should've seen our sparkling eyes and animated hand gestures as we chatted and laughed together. Would've done your heart a world of good. *grin*
I just love meeting kindred spirits. When I was a teen I wondered what was wrong with me; I couldn't seem to connect with anyone around me, and I was so different from them. I didn't think any kindred spirit existed out there for me to find. But as I've gained in years and my world has expanded, I've also begun meeting more like-minded people. People who are rays of sunshine in my life.
It's like coming into my own, all of a sudden. Here I am at 27, and things are finally starting to take shape & fall into place. I enjoy my life, I have wonderful friends, I have pursuits and hobbies that interest me (BLOGGING IS A HOBBY, even if it makes me look like a pathetic nerd with no social life), I'm more or less financially independent (although still a bit shaky sometimes), and I have the freedom to go wherever I will, whenever I wish. What more could a girl ask for?? *grin*