img_1255: Love Letter to the Internet

It feels private, this interaction between me and my machine. Intimate. But it’s not. But it is, too [stamp!]! Something about it tells me it is. I’m giving you my real self. The realest one I’ve ever come up with. You see me at my worst, Internet. And my best. I brag and complain to you. I’m the same with you as I am with my mom, with my boyfriend, with my real-world friends, with Flickr friends and Facebook friends and Twitter friends. Sometimes, I connect with the perfect person at the perfect time. No, not sometimes, Internet, a <i>lot</i> of times.

You get me thinking, and that’s not a small thing. You tell me all the stuff I wanna know. I sang “Don’t You Love Her as She’s Walking out the Door”, Internet, when Wikipedia went offline, and I am no fan of the Doors, my friend. (That’s something that Patti Smith and I do not have in common.)

When I don’t see you for awhile, it’s like seeing an old friend again. A whole gang of friends. A swell reunion. 

Anyway, I’m grateful for you, Internet, I am. And I’m really glad we had this talk. If you ever wanna talk, you just let me know. 

Love,
ckwinny