RIP Nikki Harris

In this hi-tech era of social networking and making contact with other humans with your fingertips, it's still a genuine shock to your system to know that you are indeed talking to someone else miles away, that you've never met and may never meet, but it's still interaction. Some of it bad, some of it good, and in rare instances, an extraordinary inspiration.

On a blog entry of mine not quite a year ago, there was this comment that in the middle of the soft approach of my usual readers, one comment, the only time this person would comment, showed compassion for my plight, but a well-meaning kick in the ass to try and get me going:

ohmigod. this has to be the most honest entry i've read in i don't know how long. you are extremely courageous to put that out there.

everyone is afraid of something, luv. that's what makes us human. the difference is that for every person paralyzed by the fear, there is someone who uses that fear as a catalyst for movement.

there are all kinds of big cats out there in fulfilling relationships. why? cuz they value themselves and that's appealing to women.

don't see your size or your lack of relationship experience as something deterring you from happiness. see them as the great things you bring to the table, cuz that's what they really are.

just focus on you and loving yourself. women see through a cat with no confidence who engage in self-loathing and we run for the hills.

meanwhile, there was a yahoo article the other day about the fattest guy in the world marrying his girlfriend.

in other words, love is there for everyone, but it has to begin with self.

That comment was left by Nikki "Indigo" Harris, who passed away last Sunday due to complications from a rare autoimmune disease. I was so taken with her comment that I IMEEJATELY hustled over to her blog to see what she was talking about...and I laughed my ass off for what seemed like hours, reading her thoughts on everything from gaydar to Suge Knight. I also was compelled to think and feel reading her blogs about her dating experiences and such. I never met her and we never interacted much aside from me commenting on her blog every once in a while, but of course hindsight being 20/20, I wish I would've known her like most of the blogosphere knew her.

It sucks that most times the people with so much to offer, so much going for them, people who are really great to know get taken from us so early. Yet by all the accounts of the blog tributes I read, Nikki was Nikki right up until she passed, and I'm sure she's still being Nikki up there.

everyone is afraid of something, luv. that's what makes us human. the difference is that for every person paralyzed by the fear, there is someone who uses that fear as a catalyst for movement.

Right on, Nikki. God Bless You.