the indie lumberjack.

the nicest thing ever was written to me.

so last night, i wrote that blog about the future [i do those a lot] and i was pretty pleased with it. it wasn’t the normal complain-fest that normally consumes my public writings. i thought it was well done and for once i was proud of a blog i wrote. after i wrote it, i went out around campus with some friends and just made new friends and did what i always do the first few weeks of the semester.

overall, the night was wonderful and i had a lot of fun. yesterday was just a good day altogether [other than my xbox breaking but that was easily fixed].

but then i got back to my room.

usually when i’m in my room alone, horrible things happen to my brain but not last night.

so here is what happened.

i was sitting in my bed watching tv and eating some late night taco bell [ a number 6 - steak baha chalupas and a soft taco] when i got a facebook message. usually i get really nervous when i get facebook messages [no idea why] so i opened it not knowing what to expect. it was from a guy that shopped at my gamestop with his friends. we’d talked a lot about world of warcraft back when i played it and him and his friends are the three nicest dudes ever and i wish nothing but the best for all three of them.

but anyway.

he sent me a message and basically the gist of it was that my writing helped him. it was comforting for him to know that he wasn’t alone in all the stuff he was dealing with and it was nice to know there was someone out there who was kind of going through the same stuff as he was.

going to be completely honest…

his message made me cry. let me clarify: i was almost to the point of weeping.  i do this writing for me to help myself cope with myself, but knowing that my awkward ramblings about life helped somebody out seriously makes all the stuff i go through entirely worth it. like, i’m entirely aware that i don’t have a hard life and that i’m an incredibly privileged individual, but we all still have our own problems.

i guess what i’m saying is this: we all touch people’s lives whether we realize it or they tell us or not. there is always someone watching you, paying attention to you, maybe even learning from you. that message made me feel like this blog is worth me keeping up with.

so thank you for reading. knowing that people read this, even if it is just a handful of friends and random people i trick with my “tags”, makes it worth it.

sleep well, folks.

-the lumberjack.