All bloggers have them, right? Who is yours? Mine is someone who has supported me with kind comments and witty, often brilliant, observations of the world around us, for years now. Mine is humble, well read, knowledgeable on several subjects, and a storyteller. I sometimes suspect mine is pulling my leg and I always wonder who this person is in real life. Mine has a voice, in my head, and when I read comments they’ve posted, it’s this voice I hear and it makes me smile. I worry about mine sometimes. Do you ever worry about yours? I know it might be kind of silly to worry about someone that you’ve never met and don’t know, but I feel like I do know this person. I feel like this person’s unique, warm energy emanates from my blog and the blogs of others. This person’s comments are often more compelling than the blog post they were written for.
Sometimes, something happens in the real world and I think to myself, has this affected my Enigma? Is this related? It happened yesterday. I read about someone who died, someone beloved in the world of the internet, someone well known in the music world, someone politically aware, someone whose Twitter handle I am familiar with, if not the person, and, as I kept reading, this person began to sound an awful lot like my Enigma. Scary thought. I had to talk myself down from that thought. The funny thing is, my Engima most likely knows who I’m talking about, possibly even has a tale or two to share. And they’d better share it very quickly, dammit, so that I can breathe again.