thing about being online, and seeing others post their lives to places like facebook — suddenly being obviously insecure is not a bad thing. or rather, you realize have lots of company.
like the young mother, who puts up pictures of her children narrated by a childlike voice of incomprehension. as if the photos are a way to prove that these kids are real. motherhood can be painful, and many of us go through it half out of it or not there. granted much of that is due to a lack of sleep.
there are the aging bachelors, either once married or not. doing everything they can to appear cool, while not wanting to admit that being online too much and having no life is supremely UN-cool.
there are those of us who are analysts. being online is like a superb voyeurism of the mind, and we study reactions which then create a type of statistic regarding human traits. then depending on how those numbers flow, one can decide on either having a happy or a sad cyber-week.
it helps in life to believe those around you are doing ok.
there are the infrequent online visitors, who are demonstrating that they now have found nothing else to do. sort of like soul-sucking, they don’t show up when they are in a good mood.
and you know, i love them all. all the weirdos of these online communities. we talk with our hearts, more or less. and there’s nowhere to hide behind a pixel. you kind of are what you are.
it’s a good place for me because i don’t think fast — i think thorough. so i have time to decide on wording, that you don’t get in “real life.” and you don’t have to notice the ones talking over your head or purposely excluding you from a conversation. you don’t have to pretend you are not being hurt by the very obvious slights. we like to say “children are cruel” but people are people and they are CRUEL. not sure why. or maybe there is a particular joy in being mean to ME.
haven’t quite figured it out yet. if i do, will let you know. in the meantime — i like it here. kinda feels like home.