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Typically, I am asocial. So I don't know if my sudden rushes of empathy are just my imagination or what. Or maybe I've become what I hate. Maybe my interactions with people on a face-to-face basis have become fake, and yet my interactions across the unreality of cyberspace have become...more real?
Head case? Go figure.
My usual blogging haunt got a bit intense yesterday. I'm developing a hypothesis. There aren't any normal people on the Internetz. If we were normal, why would we be here?
Well, maybe that's a bit extreme. Outside of Facebook and other benign, safe-for-work type places, there are no normal people on the Net. I say this because the most socialized, hip, trendy, cool people I know only exist in cyberspace on Facebook and other such sites. They all ditched Myspace the moment it got too crazy and flooded with anime geeks and RP accounts and other such things (none of which can be attributable to ME, of course...yeah...I totally DON'T have fake character accounts or anything >_>).
And they sure as hell won't find me here. Which is one of the reasons for this blog post, actually.
Lately, it seems that nearly every other person I run into online has some serious issue, some problem, a skeleton in the closet that they don't unleash unless it is on some anonymous forum. They need to be heard, just not seen. I can understand. There's a reason why we're all here. Well, no, not really, the reason why we're here is for Smash. I was referring to things outside of SWF.
But it gets creepy when the two realms merge--the reality and the unreality. A friend of mine--someone I've met in person, though our primary interaction these days is only on the Net--just found out that he may be an unintended future parent. I would have never been in the know without the help of cyberspace as a medium.
It's strange that a person could be just as scared by this prospect at twenty-five as he would have been at fifteen.
And I really kind of hope that I'll log in tomorrow and find a "LOL joke's on you fools!" post, considering the date, but, somehow, I don't think the world is that kind. Anyway, it'd be a pretty messed up joke.
But it doesn't stop me from hoping that it's a joke. Better for me to call him an *sshole than for....
For what, exactly?
You'd think I'd have learned to ditched the White Knight el Salvador Syndrome long ago. Isn't that why I'm here? To engage without the need for follow through?
Well, he's real. I know this. And I guess that's the difference.
If it turns out to be real, then it's gonna be up to the people close to him to help him through it. Hopefully, that's what they'll do.
It won't be me. I'm not real. I don't exist. My world and his are different, somehow.
Typically, I am asocial. So I don't know if my sudden rushes of empathy are just my imagination or what. Or maybe I've become what I hate. Maybe my interactions with people on a face-to-face basis have become fake, and yet my interactions across the unreality of cyberspace have become...more real?
Head case? Go figure.
My usual blogging haunt got a bit intense yesterday. I'm developing a hypothesis. There aren't any normal people on the Internetz. If we were normal, why would we be here?
Well, maybe that's a bit extreme. Outside of Facebook and other benign, safe-for-work type places, there are no normal people on the Net. I say this because the most socialized, hip, trendy, cool people I know only exist in cyberspace on Facebook and other such sites. They all ditched Myspace the moment it got too crazy and flooded with anime geeks and RP accounts and other such things (none of which can be attributable to ME, of course...yeah...I totally DON'T have fake character accounts or anything >_>).
And they sure as hell won't find me here. Which is one of the reasons for this blog post, actually.
Lately, it seems that nearly every other person I run into online has some serious issue, some problem, a skeleton in the closet that they don't unleash unless it is on some anonymous forum. They need to be heard, just not seen. I can understand. There's a reason why we're all here. Well, no, not really, the reason why we're here is for Smash. I was referring to things outside of SWF.
But it gets creepy when the two realms merge--the reality and the unreality. A friend of mine--someone I've met in person, though our primary interaction these days is only on the Net--just found out that he may be an unintended future parent. I would have never been in the know without the help of cyberspace as a medium.
It's strange that a person could be just as scared by this prospect at twenty-five as he would have been at fifteen.
And I really kind of hope that I'll log in tomorrow and find a "LOL joke's on you fools!" post, considering the date, but, somehow, I don't think the world is that kind. Anyway, it'd be a pretty messed up joke.
But it doesn't stop me from hoping that it's a joke. Better for me to call him an *sshole than for....
For what, exactly?
You'd think I'd have learned to ditched the White Knight el Salvador Syndrome long ago. Isn't that why I'm here? To engage without the need for follow through?
Well, he's real. I know this. And I guess that's the difference.
If it turns out to be real, then it's gonna be up to the people close to him to help him through it. Hopefully, that's what they'll do.
It won't be me. I'm not real. I don't exist. My world and his are different, somehow.
