I find it interesting that the internet can give you two seperate identities. There is one seen by many of your peers when you’re at a party or bar… then there is the side of you that is only seen through a screen that can be anywhere from 17 to 24 inches in size, depending on your income.
We tend to worry about how people will look at us or what they will think of us once they know who we really are…. and its funny that most of the truth tends is seen in an online setting. Those moments when you want to climb the top of a mountain and tell everyone how great the sex was last night but you lack the mountain… well there’s still myspace or facebook.
Some can’t bring themselves to tell someone they like them unless its through a screen.
Friendships are born, some grow stronger and others deteriorate.
Sometimes love is found.
Hell the person I consider closest to me, the one that actually knows me better than anyone else… online. Wasn’t a bar, wasn’t through friends, or a social event. It just happens that three years ago I was bored, sitting in front of my computer and decided to browse the faces of myspace… that is how that started.
So I go back to why I’m here… just a space where I can write and not really worry about who sees this. Don’t care to see how many hits I get a day… or who comments, who doesn’t. Just a space where my fingers are letting go of my thoughts and allowing me to share them with whomever.
