(Next to antibiotics)
Okay, let’s put it out there. This blog is for the most part fluff. Sure, it’s funny, sometimes insightful, ironic, relatable fluff, but fluff nonetheless. Today, I had a conversation with a person 100’s of miles away, who reminded me that fluff has its purpose. I was ordering Isagenix, which I’m sure will be the subject of a post or two to come, and as I gave the girl on the phone my info, she stopped me mid sentence. “Wait, your name is so familiar did you write for a magazine in South Florida?” Yes, if you mean the one that hired me to do a humor column and fired me for announcing I would take on a Crack habit for my New Year’s Resolution. “SHUT THE DOOR” (Okay, she didn’t say that, but her intensity truly implied it) “You helped me soooo much more than I can help you. My husband and I read the column religiously and I sent it to friends and family.” She then began to rattle off the content of articles written over 2 years ago. “You gave me hope that other moms went through the same stuff I was going through, you made me laugh when I was depressed and stressed by being so real.” She went on to tell me that she had discussed with her husband whether she should contact me, but thought it would seem too creepy. I said she should have, but the truth is, it would have been creepy.
In the end, I guess the hope I gave her in finding her niche in our town wasn’t enough, as she moved way north, but just hearing that articles about juice addiction, botox, and android neighbors made days more bearable was quite inspiring. It’s so nice to touch someone you had no idea you were touching. Sure, that sounds like the defense at a pedophile’s trial, but I mean it in the least disturbing way possible.