|And baby says...|
I always find myself amused and fascinated at the thought that somewhere out there, my names does get around without me knowing. Like that time I was with my (then) girlfriend at a bookstore in Power Plant, when a group of girls who were talking to her suddenly went all excited. For some reason, I was at a distance when it happened and when I came up to her to ask what was up, she told me the group actually came up to her, identified her by the nickname I had been using to call her, and were excited to know they met her. They were fans of mine, supposedly, having read my stuff and loved it.
It boggles the mind, to be honest. I know I am kinda "out there" with my online comics, short films, writings, poems, and the like. I know I once was asked to judge a cosplay event, host a poetry group, emcee a writing forum, and even become a speaker at some point for writing and salamangka. But I still don't really think I'm in any way or form more popular or sought out the way others say I am.
|At least you're not dead!|
But it happens. Those weird moments someone I don't know goes all gaga to realize they're talking with me. Or when I receive emails or comments from strangers who commend me for my work. Or thank me for helping them through something they thought they were dealing with alone.
To be honest, though, it would be fantastic also if I could earn more. But that's life.