It just amazes me how wrapped up I can get in a complete stranger's life. Since starting my little blog-reading habit, I've found several blogs that tell some really touching personal stories. After reading these blogs for months, I find myself getting so wrapped up in these stories that I sometimes forget that these are people I've never even met. For example, awhile after I started reading two different blogs written by women dealing with infertility, both women got pregnant. I was as excited for both of them as I would be if one of my good friends told me she was pregnant. Well, maybe not quite as excited, but awfully close.
But along with celebrating strangers' triumphs comes mourning strangers' losses. I've been following the adoption story in Lawyerish, and things seemed to be progressing well for them. Then, in today's post, she shares the bombshell that the daughter she and her husband were anxiously waiting to bring home has some serious medical problems, and will never be able to come home to them. I don't know her whole back story, so I don't know if the choice to adopt was due to infertility, personal choice, or something else, but I can't even imagine falling in love with a child only to have her taken away like that. When I got done reading, I sat and cried for this couple I've never met (and never will). My heart breaks for them.
It just shocks me that I've become so involved and invested in the lives of strangers. It kinda makes me wonder if there's something sort of wrong with me. I feel like I should be able to read these things in a semi-detached manner. But, I suppose when you follow the day-in, day-out minutia of someone's life long enough (whether you know them in real life or not), you're bound to get sucked in.