Internets, have you ever felt like a rock star?
I wasn’t the popular girl in high school. If we’re talking “economic status”, I was more in the upper middle class – not popular, not un-popular. A few hundred thousand a year short of the upper class.
This Friday, I got a taste of life in the upper-class.
I was at youth group (where I’m a leader, in case you haven’t read my 100 things) and we were splitting into our small groups. “Where’s Rachel?” one girl asked. “Oh, she’s going with Mrs. Adams’ small group.” replied Stephanie. “Oh, ok.”
A few minutes later, Rachel decided to join our small group instead.
“I love your blog” she said, “Stephanie told me about it and now I read it all the time, I hope that doesn’t weird you out or anything.”
“Really?!” I squealed with delight
“Seriously, you’re so funny, I love it, and I want a tattoo just like yours.”
Insert tire screeching noise here.
I DO NOT need parents banging my door down because I decided to take the plunge and get a tat, and now their child wants one just. like. mine.
“It’s just so pretty and I love it, I really want one.”
So we spent some time talking about piercings and tattoos in youth group.
The conversation, of course, came back around to the blog and it’s content. Apparently, Rachel checks me out (well, not me, per se, the blog) every day when she checks her facebook.
Internets, I am as important as facebook to a TEENAGER.
See? Rock star.