Yesterday, something happened that made me wonder if I am an eternal optimist or a delusional dreamer. I like to think of myself as just the happy-go-lucky/anything-can-happen-if-you-want-it-to type, but yesterday I couldn’t be sure.
Late yesterday afternoon, I looked down at my phone and saw that Denise had texted me with “Ur blogger is on Oprah!” I’m not going to lie and say that I thought rationally about that statement after reading it. Instead, for about 10, maybe 20 solid seconds, I thought My blog is on Oprah? How did that happen? What did I last post about? Shouldn’t the producers have given me some sort of advance notice? I mean, just a simple heads up would have been nice…
Then the logical me broke through the happy noise and realized that by “ur blogger,” Denise was more likely referring to one of my favorite bloggers and not the Blogger blogging service I use. I almost looked around sheepishly to see if anyone had seen the crazy thought bubbles exploding out of my head a moment ago. (Good thing that hasn’t been invented yet.)
So today I woke up questioning if the rose tinted glasses I’m wearing are too heavily tinted. Why else would I ever think that my blog could be featured on the Queen of Talk Show’s talk show?
I was still thinking about it when Denise sent me something else. This time it was an email. The subject line read “Archie’s blog” and the message contained but just one line, a link to Archie’s blog. I’m not sure what I expected to find in his blog that would compel Denise to send it to me, but I had faith that there was a good reason behind it. Emails containing just one link should be for something self explanatory, like a good recipe for chicken noodle soup or a mini quiz which will grant you a wish if you forward it on to 5 more people. But there was none of that to be found. Archie’s blog contained a few posts, the most recent of which were posted in 2007. They were movie reviews, and not even for any movies I have a strong interest in. This begged the question — why would Denise send this to me?
But more importantly, it showed that I am not as delusional as I feared. I blame it on the cryptic and random messages Denise sends for my tendency to jump (albeit sometimes rather far) to conclusions. I have to make the best guesses I can to assign meaning to the things she sends. So even though I have no clue who Archie is and have no idea why I might find his blog interesting, I feel a lot better about myself knowing I’m not that crazy.