I bow to the Bloggess and Hyperbole and a Half. An homage to being brave and open

So, I usually don’t write in english, but will proudly make this exception in honor of The Bloggess and Hyperbole and a Half. (And will also problobly resort to google translte a number of times).

I spend a lot of my free time on the internet and there are a lot of boring, offensive, racist and sexist stuff, but I’m not going to talk about that. I’m going to talk about when internet is a place where people connect, even though they are several days apart, as the Nazgul fly. Some things can make you feel less alone. I know it might sound cheezy, but it’s so true that I feel it to my bones.

I’m an avid follower of the Bloggess, a blogger from Texas who combines hilarious posts about kitten mittens with some about mental illness.  A few days ago she wrote a post that made a difference in many lives and I salute her for being brave and bringing up the fact that mental illnes isn’t something you should be ashamed of. It should be talked about and treated as any illness. A lot of people suffer in silence and think they are all alone in the world, when really, they aren’t at all.

Thorough the Bloggess I’ve found many of my favorite parts of the internet, including ViHart and Hyperbole and a Half. They are both showing that you don’t have to fit the norm to be awesome, in fact you need to do the opposite. Please, read about the alot and Hyperboles adventures in depression. She makes you understand that, as the Bloggess say: depression is a lying bastard. They write the best kinds of posts; the ones that make you think and creates compassion and laughter.

After her latest post, Jenny Lawson (the Bloggess), the movement #travelingreddress blossomed on twitter and elsewhere. It’s about being outragous, or as she puts it:

    I want to be shocking, and vivid and wear a dress as intensely amazing as the person I so want to be.  And the more I thought about it the more I realized how often we deny ourselves that red dress and all the other capricious, ridiculous, overindulgent and silly things that we desperately want but never let ourselves have because they are simply “not sensible”.

I’d like to not care sometimes, not in a way that hurts others, but in a way that boosts me. I also would like to be shocking and as neerdy as I can be, and I want that to be enough.

Here’s my contribution to the travelingreddress. I’m happy to donate it to someone who wants a movement in Sweden!