Sunday, February 19, 2012
The One With The Strangers
To make a friend be a friend they say. I won't go into the "Who are they" thing, simply because there is no definitive answer. Sometimes they are everyone else, and other times they are one person editing a Wikipedia article.
Anyway, this adage appears to be mostly true regarding the internet. Certainly the more comments I leave and more sites I join, the more comments and followers I get. But let me tell you something: I have learned that many of my long-term followers are nowhere to be found. They have vanished from the net like last night's date after she found out I live with my cat and don't have a car.
Shouldn't friends tell us when they're going away? Did these folks die and no one informed me? Surely death notices are a prerequisite of friendship. I feel so abandoned. It's like the time when I was in 3rd grade and my parents moved and forgot to tell me and when I walked into the house after school one evening there was a group of strangers at the dinner table. Worse, it was "they". "They" said, "Who are you?" , and when I asked what happened to my folks, they acted like I was crazy. I then asked what happened to my friends, because I suddenly realized I'd invited them to eat with us that night and they weren't there either. It was like that Twilight Zone episode where the old lady is awakened every night by mysterious phone calls and it turns out they're coming from her long-dead boyfriend, making calls from the grave via a downed telephone line.
Then they said it. "To make friends you have to be a friend." I did what any rational person would do. I fled.
And I still don't know what happened to those departed followers whose avatars still haunt my followers list.
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