Maybe it's because I don't usually talk to anyone on here or maybe because I don't really get comments (this is not a plea for comments), but I generally write under the assumption that I'm the only one who will read this later. I just like to look at the blog and know that I'm writing everyday and that I'm trying to find humor in everyday situations—
Though, Pamela or Lauren or Samantha, if you are reading this, hello!
—so when my post about the New York Antiquarian Book Fair received attention on my sister blog, I got excited, then confused, then chagrinned.
Okay, I reblogged myself. I know. It's basically looking at myself in the mirror and liking what I saw, but I figured why write twice on the Book Fair, when I could just kill two blogs with one post?
Economy is one of my strong points*.
So I did it for economy's sake, and guess what happens?
A few of those Antique Book Dealers actually found me! What are the odds? They were the ones I interacted with too. The Wilkie Collins' stand? Yeah. The one with the nice lady who gave me a catalog? That one too.
And they were really sweet about how awkward I felt looking at expensive books and told me that I could smell them to my heart's content. It was simultaneously nice that someone cared enough to read my post and horrifying that I wrote about how I wanted to smell old books.
The fact that someone was out there reading my awkwardness (in its entirety) made me feel very much embarrassed, but I am the one who put it out there. If only to laugh about it later.
I guess, I can't really tell who is out there reading this, even if I am publishing these for public perusal.
So, hey?
How's it going?
You're nice.
*Did I say strong points? I meant, it's something that's there and that it exists.
Feeling: Nervous. Listening: Otis Redding's The Happy Song.