As you can see to the right, I'm participating in the Furtive Father Winter event that red cow rise is hosting. I was excited and looking forward to it. And then my victim's name landed in my email box. Suddenly, all ideas for posts for my victim flew out of my head! WHOOSH! So, I do what any rational person does when they're stressed.
However, it's now the 20th and I can send off my post at any time. I asked the husband for ideas. But after he started talking, I realized that I don't want a husband post. If I were take his ideas, it wouldn't be MY gift. It would be OUR gift and the husband can get his own blog if he wants to share his ideas.
However, as I was in the shower today, a couple ideas came to me. However, I didn't write them down so WHOOOOOOSH. Gone again. I'm going to take another shower when I get home to try and recreate the post thinking experience. (I do my best thinking in the shower, where I have no computer or paper to write things down.)
I have stalked, I mean read, my victim's blog. So this will be a challenge for me.
And in other news. Holy crap. My previous post. Jeezus guys. I posted it at about 7:30pm on Sunday night. I had a comment an hour and a half later. That has to be a record. And then Windsoar posted something about it on her blog. And then MMO Melting Pot got a hold of it. And now. At 12:40pm on Tuesday, I have had 140 views just on that post. I've never EVER had traffic like this. And those of you with bigger blogs can just laugh at me. But wow. Just wow.
I commented on Windsoar's beautiful post that this I wrote this post in a fit of hopelessness. I expected that my best friend (Hi sweetie!!) would read it, maybe our Legendary gathering warlock (I see you there too elfy poo) and maybe a couple others. I braced myself for the reaction from those closest to me. I thought that I was being brave by putting my feelings on this blog for them to see.
However, apparently I was being brave for a whole different audience. Apparently what I wrote struck a chord with people. People could relate to my pain, even if they didn't share my disorder. I had tweets and comments being supportive and sharing advice with how to cope with LFR. These things meant so much to me. As I said in my own comment, I won't say "Hot damn, let's go LFR right now Bitches!" But, the idea of it doesn't make my stomach clench and my eyes fill with tears.
So. In closing, to everyone who is blogging about this, thank you. God, I don't even know what to say. There's so much I want to say but honestly, I just don't have the words. To everyone who read the previous post, thank you. I might be a whiny little bitch sometimes, but to know that I'm not alone means the world (of warcraft?).
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