Mother

Mine has always had a fascination with biographies. She doesn't like fiction very much. She likes current events and biographies.

And frankly, that's how I've been lately. Not with books, per se. But I always read the news and I think that's why I love reading other peoples' blogs. Even random blogs.

I dunno. I enjoy the lives of other people. Maybe it's a bit voyeuristic. But they make it public anyway, so no harm no foul if I happen to read their business for a few minutes and move on.

A snapshot of someone's life. A polaroid.

Sometimes it creeps me out how much I know about other people and having them be completely unaware that a stranger (or even a friend) sympathizes with them. But whenever someone blogs about a bad day I feel bad with them, and I think that adds a bit more humanity into the world even if they don't know it. The fact that someone on the internet has affected my day is a testament to how humanity is finding different ways to connect and grow. So I've made my peace about it.

But sometimes I really need to get off the internet. I'm too good at it sometimes.