I read a wide variety of blogs. I love reading blogs. Gives me little snippets of peaks inside various lives. Every once in a while I will connect with a blog writer and they will become my friends. Most of the time, I just read through my blog reader and comment sporadically.
So it was with some amusement that one of my reads this morning, The 24 Year Age Gap, was an entry about another one of reads, Enjoying the Small Things. And then I commented at a message board I go to about the entries. And it started a discussion that has me thinking.
Yes, Kelle Hampton's blog is about her and her way of seeing the beauty in her world. And Jessica is snarky and funny and full of spunk. And her snarky today got on my nerves a bit, but not enough to take her blog off my reader.
And then I got to thinking about my reactions when I hear bad news. And mine are remarkably like Kelle's. I want to hug my loved ones. And do playful things. And not clean my house. And try to view the bright side of life.
I remember way back to 9/11. The entire nation was busy hugging loved ones and finding God and making things beautiful. Huddling down with what was important to them.
So it seems that this is a natural response to grief. A natural response to having your world rocked. And it resonates with me and with a lot of people.
And there's always room for snark in my life. But I don't like personal attacks.