people are asking what’s real and what’s not (i won’t point fingers), and concluding the web’s not. okay fine. some of this arose out of a certain april fool’s prank (again, no finger pointing) that folks fell for. my advice to everyone is get over it already. it’s as real as you want it to be. it’s as silly as your sense of humor allows it to be. and there’s a certain detachment, but then there isn’t. the feelings are real, even if they are grown in a rather hothouse environment — the immediacy and intimacy of blogging.
blogging is a very efficient way of communicating. in blogging, or more accurately journaling, you distill the essence of your days and memories into a few paragraphs, which can then be perused at will — it’s no wonder friendships develop so well here. you can meet someone, cruise through their archives, and know more about them in a shorter period of time, than getting to know someone face to face. we get personal in these logs of ours.
so is this instant intimacy, just add bandwidth, real? sure it is. it’s not like spending years getting to know someone in real life, how could it be? but these days, how often do you get the chance to do that? life has taken away many of our chances at forging the longlasting bonds we formed back when we were likely never to leave our home town, work for the same company all our lives.
life has isolated many of us, with time constraints and the necessary mobility. the internet has offered us a way to connect that transcends these limitations. no, it’s not like it was in the olden days. nothing is.
so all this, ‘it isn’t real’ — well, whatever. and if any of you not-realers would like to step up and hand me a fucking cigarette, then nobody gets hurt. no, what i meant is, i’m open to debate. really.
but i don’t think you can prove to me that these friendships aren’t real.