It feels good to have someone to talk to. You can tell them your problems, your thoughts, and everything else that comes through your wacky mind. They don’t even have to give you any advice or respond to you at all. Sometimes all you want in the world is for someone to listen to you. Not in the whole “I’m looking at you, but I can’t hear a word you say” moment, but a person who pays attention to you as you talk, nodding along, and reacting to the story like a human being. Writing on this blog, Murp, has been this way for me. This is exactly what it means to me. No one has to listen to me drone on for endless hours talking about my problems because if they actually read my post, they actually do care about what I have to offer. And honestly, I like it.