The sad thing is nobody knows you. Only what's sadder is that nobody really wants to know you. And so you are left assuming that whatever you do, whatever you touch, say or think is absurd.
When this idea struck you it was worth putting down in words, action, and more. There were shapes you could give to it. A hope that it would be heard, liked, remarked upon....perceived just as much a wonder and awe as it was to you.
Only your revelry shall smite like a lemon to a wall. That my friend is reality. Harsh. And in charge of itself. Each one of us is a cause for it to exist. Yet each one of us is ground. Forget raising an eyebrow, it succeeded no where to grab any more attention than Maroon5 singing 'Lets Get it started'. What happened? Rather...why didn't anything happen? Is it beacuse what you intended to propound was wrong. Maybe not.
Oft the sole reason why something fails to bore one's mind has nothing to do with one's mind. It's just the nature that rules us. The nature to not allocate space to anything that is an addendum to what's already taken for granted. The nature to not harry the mind already in motionless comfort. The nature to place hackneyed, anything that is not spelt by the guru. The nature to cherish humility, one that stems from utter sloth of thought.
Of what concern are they who know not what's absent in the present. For them, do not make accident out of serendipity. Preserve, what it was that amazed you, caused a spark, and made you merry. For when, in future they stumble upon what you see today, you shall have an answer ready.