It might be obvious to some, but I tend to write about the same people over and over again. Occasionally I’ll sprinkle in a straggler, someone who sparked an idea and sent me into my writing frenzy. But there are a lot of people I’ve never written about.
They’re the people who merely existed instead of changing me in some way. They popped in and out of my life without a glance. We didn’t have a negative experience, we didn’t have a positive experience, I don’t know if it could be considered an experience at all. It came and it went and it didn’t impact me either way.
They are small pieces to a very large puzzle. They barely make up a corner or a fragment of the feelings I can feel. I don’t want to say they didn’t matter, everyone in their own way matters. Every one in their own way makes a difference. It just didn’t make a difference to me.
And these people, I guess I wouldn’t call them great people. Because really kind and genuine people tend to stick in your mind. These people don’t stick anywhere in my very busy and very chaotic brain. But they’re the kind of people who ask if you’ve written about them. They only really cared for themselves, they never cared about me. I don’t blame them though, I never cared about them either.
Think about all of the people you’ve met in your life, how many of them do you actually keep around now? Even the ones you kept around for a moment, they probably didn’t stay in your life long. Those are the people I don’t write about. The people who existed and kind of just disappeared. The people who didn’t make me exceptionally happy or exceptionally sad. I’m sure someone will write about you someday, but you’re just not part of my story.
So true. There are so many people in your life that just kind of exist (at least to you) and there is nothing of record to write about them. I try to keep most people I know and like out of my blog, because they don’t want it, and I’m always getting suggestions on what to write, but I rarely take what other people give me because it’s not how I feel.
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I always get suggestions on what to write! You’re right, I never take their suggestion because when I write something it’s something I’m really feeling and need to get off my chest
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Or it is something I have a passion about, so the words flow better. Not trying to take other persons opinion and trying really hard to craft something out of it.
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Sometimes the amount of time they linger does nothing to lessen the blow of their impact. I don’t write about them either. 😉
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Some people could be around for years and never make a dent in your life! They’re just not the kind of people you write about
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Yep. Exactly. Yet they still creep in there, and hold on for dear life, little bastards.
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I’ve had people ask me to write something humorous about them. I think they just wanted their “15 minutes of fame.”
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It’s so funny, people will always ask “are you going to blog about me?” Like do you really want me to? It’s not always positive lol
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When I told my high school friend that I had been writing hilarious posts about my experience with a dating site (that I joined just for that reason), he said “will you write one about me?”
I said, “believe me. You don’t want me to write about you.” LOL
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I like your very honest style
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Thank you 🙂
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Reblogged this on 40+/Single/Clueless and commented:
Nice. 🙂
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Thanks for reblogging 🙂
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there are people and there are people.
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Exactly, just depends on who you out the emphasis on
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