saying things to you is hard. i've put this off for months. and now, after all of this hype of invisible friends, i realized that the hardest part about having invisible friends is the fact that you can't see them even when you're speaking right to them.
so, hi.
you can keep up with my left brain activity on Reverbnation or Facebook. look at me selling you on logistics. but here is the right brain portion-- an open display where invisible friends are created, introduced, or just plain appear. think of me as a curator of sorts, hanging works of art from one person for another's enjoyment. and maybe selling you on them a little. but in this case, the artwork is people's stories-- some you may know, mostly you won't. and these stories will be hung up and you and i will admire them and think about them and maybe later decide what they might mean. sometimes they'll be mine, sometimes yours, sometimes neither.
i'm not a novelist. i'm not talented at writing short stories... or writing anything outside of songs in the least. so i don't mean this in quite so literal of a way. think stories as more snippets and invisible friends as everyone who we have and haven't met and how their lives effect our lives sometimes without ever meeting them at all.
condense, mallory. you sound like an idiot.
we all have invisible friends-- a whole line of them trailing behind us (our mothers, our 1st grade BFF, our boyfriend, our barista), and every time we meet someone new, that new person is meeting not only you, but the trail of invisible friends you've accumulated in your lifetime.
this is not revolutionary. one million (invisible) people have probably thought of this before me. but here we are. you, me, with at least one thing in common.
if we could only see it.
