I have been seeing “Happy 11/11/11!” … “What’s your wish?” … and “Happy Corduroy Day” on Twitter all morning — It’s fun to have a date that has a neat order. Like my birthday last year, was 8/9/10. (Now you know my birthday, I expect a party next year, haha.) It’s nice to have a day where I can be lazy and just write a bunch of straight lines for the date… And this date certainly satisfies my OCD.
I once heard a story about a girl who felt invisible to the world, and cleaned out her locker one day with plans to go home and commit suicide. While walking home, she tripped and dropped a lot of the stuff she was carrying. Someone ran over and helped her pick up her things, and walked the rest of the way home with her. They started talking and the person asked if they could hang out again sometime. She no longer felt alone, and didn’t go through with her plan. Whether or not this story is true, I don’t know. What I did learn from this story, is that a simple action can make a person feel that someone cares.
We all know what it’s like to feel forgotten. To feel pushed to the side and left there. It’s natural and common. The worst is being in a room full of people and feeling so alone. I hate that anyone in the world ever feels this way, and do my best to make sure the people around me know I care.