filthy mate, filthy

I’m trying to get my friend Libby to help me write my blog entry…but she is no help. She probably just thinks it is weird that I have a blog, and that I have internet friends. (And she has never heard the word blog before). Last night I forced her to hang out with one of my internet friends…which I’m sure was kind of awkward. But it was fun (And she does say it wasn’t awkward at all). But Mark (my internet friend) and I were quizzed mercilessly on how the heck we met and how in the world does a message board work….and asked, “Do the friendships you make feel like real relationships?” Heck yeah, they feel like real relationships. (It’s like the wind, you can’t really see it, but you know it’s there [Libby]) It was kind of funny. And I’m sure we didn’t convince them that we were normal. They probably think we are some kind of “internet hussies”…but that’s ok. I have fully come to terms with the fact that I have friends that I’ve never met and only know through the internet…and phone calls. And I’m even ok with having my secret internet life collide with my real life. It may make for some awkward moments, but it’s all about community, baby.

(libby wrote that last line )

By the way…I am in Greece, hanging out with my filthy friend, Libby, who I haven’t seen in almost a year. Fun times. (Filthy means cool in Aussie).

That’s all for now. Discuss amongst yourselves: the collision of real life and your internet life.