This evening, I just happened to stop by my much-neglected page, and decided to check in on my stats program, to see if anyone’s been visiting me lately. (As it turns out, they have, although I really have no idea who or why, for that matter.)

In any case, one of the more interesting features of the tracking program is that it tells me where my visitors come from, how they find me, and the search terms that lead to my page. Some are kind of funny, but my favourite by far is the person who found me by Googling the phrase “Are there any creepy people at Meetup?”.

First of all, it’s of course funny because I’m a pretty active Meetup organizer here in Atlanta, and while I don’t consider myself one of the creepy people this person is worried about meeting, the Internet search gods seem to disagree. In fact, it’s both sad and funny that a Google search relating to creepy people on Meetup leads to my page. :P

Secondly, it’s funny because the answer is most definitely a resounding “Yes!”. There are people who show up to Meetups who are more than a little creepy, lack social skills, use it as a platform to hit on any available single with an interesting picture, or will put your number in their phone and drunk dial you from a bar at 4 AM. In fact, I’d create a regular feature on here about all the interesting…ahem…”characters” I’ve run into over my years as a Meetup organizer, but I’m too afraid said people would find me or this blog.

Fortunately, there are also amazing, super-awesome people to be found at a Meetup. I met my boyfriend, a handful of roommates, and more than a handful of really close friends through the group. There have been more than a few couples that have met and gotten married through Meetups, at least in my city, and when you’re traveling to a new city, you’re never at a loss for new friends.

Creepy people? Of course. But, I think we wouldn’t have it any other way. It keeps the rest of us laughing and telling interesting stories for a long time to come. :P

Writing for a living means I am far less chatty on my blog, which is ironic, seeing as I finally got around to re-claiming my domain and reconnecting with my great love of emotional exhibitionism.

This week, I signed a new client, which is good news. Even better, it’s the first client I’ve encountered who actually wanted to pay me more than I was asking, simply because he thought I should be asking for more.

It’s a good rule of life to live by, really. If you go through life undervaluing yourself, and expecting others to undervalue you in the same way, you’ll never know what you’re capable of. I have a tendency to do this, because I get too comfortable in the familiar, too frightened of losing what’s important to me. I hang on to jobs that don’t pay as well as they should, relationships that don’t work, friendships that bring me more aggravation than happiness, even when I know I deserve better.

I’m not sure if it’s really that I undervalue myself; after all, some might tell you I value myself a bit too much. Yet, there is some part of me that is not only unwilling to give up on things that don’t quite work, but wants to cling to them, even when it is to my detriment.

And, so, it’s eye-opening to me when a perfect stranger appreciates the value of something I do, and asks me why I am not asking for more. I don’t have an answer to that, other than to look at myself and my life, and say, “Well, I guess that’s definitely something I do.”

It *is* something I do. Really, though, it probably shouldn’t be.