Yesterday morning I was sitting on the subway next to a man who was biting his nails. Usually I’m of the Live and Let Live school of thought, but with a minor in Death To People Who Are Biting Their Nails on the Subway Next to Me.
So I changed my seat.
And landed next to a woman who was filing her nails. But I was worried about changing my seat again because with the way my day had been going I’d probably end up next to someone who’d take a chalkboard out of his bag and then run his fingernails across it.
I got off at my stop (as opposed to getting off at someone else’s stop) thinking that the day was going to really suck. But as I was exiting, I ran into my friend Ellen. I met Ellen during my first BlogHer in Chicago (in 2009. OMG, we were so young!) and one of the things that I love about her is her laughter. It’s infectious. Like Ebola, but in a good way. And just chatting with her for a few minutes, telling each other that we hoped that we’d see each other at BlogHer, but who knows, because it’s so huge, made me feel like I was going to have a really good day. Because blogging led me to a world where I have more friends than someone with my personality deserves. And I feel connected to people who are smart and lovely and I get to have dinner with them, and drinks with them and breakfast with them and I can’t wait to see them IRL.
Believe me, I’m jealous of myself right now.
I can’t wait for BlogHer to start today. I can’t wait to spend the weekend with friends whose writing I love and whose hearts I know. I’m excited about meeting new people even though I’m very scared that I’ll forget someone’s name and accidentally drink their cocktail.
Also, I’m a bit tired now, so please insert a poignant yet humorous ending to the post here. Come on, we’re all in this together.
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