This lovely story is published in The Good Men Project, which is a website that I really love. I’d like to be able to write like this.
Lately I feel as if I am in a rut of reblogging. I have unfollowed people for less, for skimming through the dashboard thinking, “All I am asking for is some original content,” and yet I follow people who only reblog, so I suppose the science to it is inexact. That said, I still try to concentrate on original posts, to create and not aggregate, though I am a dismal failure at it.
But then I see this and I can’t help but reblog it, because the description here is so apt, one which features the word “love” two times. Sometimes I think back to movies I want to share, and what I post here, and all it is, at heart, is just wanting people to love what I love, in some desperate attempt to share and celebrate the same things.
Matthew Salesses just wants to share his wife.
In the argument against blogging and kids these days, it is always the inherent narcissism of the act that is cited, as though no other activity falls prey to it. But what is the point of the memoir, then? What is the point of writing at all? And from a distance, I can look at this and think, “There is no point in sharing this,” but that overlooks just how much I enjoy reading about other lives, and other loves. I am not the only one. I follow people to get glimpses of other loves, to peek in through their window shades.
But it’s easier to look when there aren’t any curtains. Thanks for sharing your wife, Salesses.