... then start a blog of your own!

Seriously, few people seem to be as generous as other bloggers. Of course, unlike yesterday, I have no confusing mathematical formula to back me up in this claim.

But when you consider the fact that I received this blog, the domain, the gorgeous design and the hosting for free (GRATIS, people!), plus a whole host of other fun goodies thanks to Emily and Joelle and Christine and Joz x 3 and Eve and Lomara and Deltus... then really, you have to agree that I don't need much more proof than that to be able to make the sweeping statement that BLOGGERS ARE GENEROUS.

But alas, I have even MORE evidence to back me up: A few months ago, after making a passing but probably very lame comment on Mice's blog about his incredible knowledge of vintage horror flicks, and pretending to be an expert myself just because I used to stay up late on Friday nights a million years ago when I was six to watch Dracula and Hitchcock Presents (yes, my parents allowed it, because they were fascinated with their youngest daughter's hypnotic fascination with blood, guts and gore. I think they were hoping that my unchildlike taste for thrillers were some sort of a belated sign of intelligence. By the time they finally realised their mistake - probably around the time I flunked first grade math - and that all the gratuitous exposure to violence in my formative years could possibly turn me into a serial killer, I was hooked), so Mice sent me a whole bunch of vintage horror movies! Just like that! For no reason whatsoever other than the fact that he is a generous blogger!

And you know, he could've just thanked me for commenting on his blog like a normal person would've done (and yes, that is something I don't even do myself, but then, I'm not normal am I? So for all of you who have bothered to comment on this blog and who rarely if ever get a reply on your witty comments: THANK YOU FOR COMMENTING ON MY BLOG and for continuing to do so even though I rarely write back. That in itself is enough proof that bloggers are generous! I'm afraid I'm not going to send any of you a horror movie, although I really wish I could scare the living daylights out of you in order to show my gratitude. My horrific writing will have to suffice).

By the way, Mice, I've managed to watch one of the movies so far and I WAS PETRIFIED! Review to follow soon. I'm working up my nerve to watch the rest, because I'm not as brave anymore as I was when I was six.

Anyway, so one would think that now I REALLY have enough evidence to back up my claim that bloggers are generous, right?

Wrong! Because I have yet another example.

During my recent dabble in depression, I actually went away for a few days to visit a friend* (because yes, believe it or not but even the likes of me have real life, non-imaginary friends. Although I've nothing against imaginary friends and believe that every person above the age of 21 should have at LEAST one of their own). When I returned home, a package was awaiting me. All the way from sunny Australia! From her! And it wasn't ticking, but even if it HAD been ticking I still would've opened it because that's how excited I was. Inside the box was a beautiful card and my FAVOURITE chocolates of all time. And not just one bag, but TWO bags of the golden, Crunchie goodness!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And I was surprised at that, of course, but I was even more surprised because up until that moment I had never imagined that my favourite chocolate isn't just a South African treat, because according to the wrappers (mostly empty wrappers now, I should sheepishly add) they are manufactured in Malaysia, Australia and New Zealand too!

Thank you, thank you thank you sooo much sweetest Dee! These choccies are sweet, but you are sweeter!

So there. I've received all of these gifts from perfect strangers (well, I read their blogs and they read mine, so I suppose we know each other better than some people who we deal with face to face and on a daily basis know us) and I didn't even DO anything to deserve it.

All just because BLOGGERS ARE GENEROUS.

* Saying that I went away "to visit a friend" during my depression really wasn't a euphemism for being institutionalised, even though many people would probably argue that my friend does indeed live in a mad house.