The last couple of days have been good to me. A few days ago, Jenny over at the Bloggess made a post about wanting to cheer herself up by buying books for people in need of their own literary cheering up. She had people comment with a link to their Amazon wishlists containing a book you need and she would send as many as she could. It also allowed anyone else who was in the giving spirit to do so, as well.
It’s a fun and sweet expression of generosity among strangers who are only connected via this website. I sent a few people some books (side note: why is it easier to buy things for other people? I’ll hem and haw over a fifteen dollar book for myself before finally deciding I can’t really afford it, but I’ll drop fifty sending books out to people I’ve never even spoken to) and put up my wishlist, which had two books because I really couldn’t decide which would help my headspace more.
Honestly, I didn’t really expect anyone to send me anything. I’ve never participated in Jenny’s Booksgiving before, so I figured it was really just a random selection thing and I never seem to get selected. I grossly underestimated how many people would buy books for strangers!
As I mentioned above, I have a much easier time buying things for other people than I do for myself (except gemstones; I will buy myself all the gemstones for some reason). I probably never would have gotten around to getting these books for myself, especially now that I’m out of work and trying to save my unemployment checks for things I really, really need (like… art supplies… which might be totally justified if I ever… actually… share any of the art I make…).
Neither of them came with any kind of note or anything, so I don’t know who to thank, but I am so utterly touched by the generosity of a group of strangers online. So many people got books sent to them (seriously, it took forever for me to find lists that still had books in them). I’m just overwhelmed by these random acts of kindness.
Too often, I feel crushed under the weight of bad news. Everyone shares the horror stories of humanity. This was a pleasant reminder that people want to be good to each other and there are a ton of kind, caring, selfless human beings in the world. They’re just much quieter than the monsters.
I love you all.