Sucker For Confidants

Today a few things happened; a few things changed.

I went to Borders and I saw two things written in a postsecret book that I won't forget and that I won't divulge to you here. But it changed the way I feel about two people, two very important people who play large roles in my life. And they both made me immensely sad.

Then I did something, something sort of scandalous for my stature. One of those things you do in a brainless moment, full of hope and wonder and anticipation, that you may or may not like the outcome of, and that you write about when assigned out-of-the-box assignments.
I took a little black book, an empty diary sold at Borders, and with my friend I established The Little Black Book. We wrote in it, I won't say exactly what, but we encouraged anyone who picked it up and noticed the preexisting writing to leave a piece of themselves inside of it. A secret, a picture, the name of their favorite anything. We then proceeded to write on scraps of paper where the book was, and to go find it and join in our project.
Now I won't tell you where it is, but if you find yourself opening a book, magazine, or cd and finding a piece of paper directing you there, I guess you're just meant to write in it. Be stealth!

Now, I told my dad about said project, and he didn't share my excitement. He said it was vandalism, and he was kind of upset about it. But I think he missed the point. To me, it's writing a secret on a notecard and putting it in a postsecret book on a more personal level. Because there'll be responses to the things written. There will be someone listening and waiting for more, if it even gets to that point. It can be influential, make memories, make friends, even. Help people. There are so many possibilities, and the tiny fact that I might get in trouble or be banned from the store or have to buy it, doesn't even come close to the chances of interacting with others in such a personal, anonymous way.
I don't know. Maybe I'm just a sucker.

The other thing that affected me today was Katy's blog.
Please, if you're a religious person, if you believe in a higher being or anything you can pray to, please pray for Quinn McMurty.
I'm going to, and I don't even know how.