#6

Re-inspired by a stranger

Years ago, a friend and I were driving—she was driving, and I was relaxing—when she said to me, “I don’t know if you know this, but you often respond that most things are interesting”. I remember her sensing me not knowing how to interpret that because she quickly added that she doesn’t think it’s overused or “bad” (?) but rather that she liked the word for its neutrality. 

It never occurred to me how often I said “interesting”; it was instinctual. Because I find so many pieces of information, well interesting. Especially when so much of life is boring, I feel the need to explicitly verbally appreciate the non-boring. And I appreciated her perspective. 

Fast forward two years, and I have brought this website to life to house my writings, thoughts, and feelings. While driving together again and talking about the different themes I would use to archive my writings, she brilliantly thought I needed to write about all that I find interesting. She said, “what about Ridiculously Interesting?”. And so I made a page for this channel of thought. 

The problem these last few months is that despite my exposure to interesting people, thoughts, and ideas, I had no thoughts that words could capture for these interesting experiences. I felt a disconnect from this idea. The zestful sparkle that writing usually brings me was not alive and well in the Ridiculously Interesting domain. Until now, that is. 

I felt inspired because another person, turned lifelong friend, and she too pointed out my frequenting of the word “interesting”. No one else had pointed that out to me except the previously mentioned friend. I didn’t think anyone else noticed. I hadn’t ever noticed.

I think when things are intersting they are worth investing a bit more time in. Its like following a lead. So, heres to looking for what makes life rediculously interesting.

I’m happy with how this piece has developed because this is the stream of thought that first piqued my interest in writing. It starts with a budding idea and evolves into a thread of thought that helps me process all the thoughts that run laps in my mind.

So maybe this echoed feedback I recently received was a spark of inspiration that had left me. Can we ever know why life happens in the way that it does? Not unless time travel is real, I suppose. Which would be so interesting.

Cheers!

My view as I write.