You know, one of those moods where I feel that my life is absolutely perfect. And I'm in such a good mood I almost feel bad about it because I know that 90% of my friends couldn't possibly feel this good.
But that's just what summer does to me. First it starts with the adorable clothing that still manages to feel like pajamas in essence, then it's the lighter, healthier food. Popsicles instead of tater tots and salads instead of meatloaf will do a lot for your mood in general. And there was one other thing... Oh yeah, over 300 people caring about everything I have to say?
I don't know if anyone else can relate, but I always feel like the biggest difference between my internet friends and my real life friends is that my internet friends like to like things. We just take pleasure in telling people how awesome they are, and get told how awesome WE are in return. I have no idea why this is, and perhaps this is just a coincidence, but my real life friends never compliment someone just for the sake of making them feel awesome. You guys do. I love that about you guys.
I'm not trying to say that EVERY one of you is better or nicer than EVERY one of them, not at all. There is a big difference between 'nice' and 'positive'. My IRL friends would take a bullet for me, but we never just shower each other with adoration and love for fun. Well, we do. But then one of them inevitably says "no homo" and then I'm all ">.>" and grrrrrrrrrrrr let's not get into this rant right now.
Anyways, this is today's call to action. Every day this week, I am going to tell a different IRL friend how awesome they are for the sole sake of making them feel awesome. Should this be a thing? I think it should. Every blog post will have homework that we can all do together to make the world more awesome. Capiche? It won't be hard, I promise.
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Ah hey! Also; you should tell me what I should track with these posts. Ideas? Say so below. I think this is the start a beautiful text-based friendship, fellow bloggers.
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