So, as may of been noted around here, I'm a bit neurotic and a space case. But then again, this is my quiet space. It's online meditation, it's contemplative and I post infrequently enough here that I'm careful that when I post it's something I actually have to say.
So here it is.
I have a running joke with people that "I'm from the internet!"
This goes on from anything like "Oh have you seen that youtube video/meme/picture" and the answer is probably going to be yes. Yes I have. I spend a large amount of time (to the point of procrastination extremes) on the intertubez as I am so fond of calling them.
I mean, really, to the point of which I'm kicking my ass off the 'net because it can be an anxiety and depression trigger from me.
That said, I don't think the internet itself is bad. It gave me the awareness that options like "bisexual" existed for me, where I thought the rules (at a very early age) were established that you could like boys or girls and liking both wasn't allowed.
It wasn't until a friend of mine very gently asked "Anna, are you straight?" that I actually considered that hey, maybe I'm not quite the arrow that I thought I was, and when searching, you guessed it, on the 'net, i figured it out.
I found the most wonderful GLBTQ community online where I spent many teenage years with people who just listened no matter what you said, you could go to them with literally anything from "Hey I have this drywall problem.." to "Hey, I think I'm losing my virginity tomorrow, what can I do to make it enjoyable for both of us?"
I've found stories upon stories that have inspired me, I've found pictures and attitudes from people that give me some form of hope for humanity, I've found terrible stories that depressed me, I've found pictures and more porn then I hope anyone ever knows that can gross just about anyone up (and given the internet veteran that I am, seriously, ew guys. What the hell)
So the thing about the internet is in this day and age, it creates a lack of privacy depending on how much information gets put up on here. And as it's a useful tool, with my response to people at this point of being anxious they might not like me, or if they do, what if they're not good, especially after the last few explosions, I've found it's a very easy way to "vet" people on the who and what they might be.
Because much as the good they can post is up there-if someone isn't doing moral things, somewhere on the internet, someone is kvetching about them.
So, I'm from the internet. And it has it's uses from pirating music, videos, and stories (which I do not do, because I try to support the artist) to stalking people to the extremes.
I suppose the one thing that bothers me is the lack of consent that can be given to who can look at your things. But, then again, you can choose who you lead to the water, now can't you?
So here it is.
I have a running joke with people that "I'm from the internet!"
This goes on from anything like "Oh have you seen that youtube video/meme/picture" and the answer is probably going to be yes. Yes I have. I spend a large amount of time (to the point of procrastination extremes) on the intertubez as I am so fond of calling them.
I mean, really, to the point of which I'm kicking my ass off the 'net because it can be an anxiety and depression trigger from me.
That said, I don't think the internet itself is bad. It gave me the awareness that options like "bisexual" existed for me, where I thought the rules (at a very early age) were established that you could like boys or girls and liking both wasn't allowed.
It wasn't until a friend of mine very gently asked "Anna, are you straight?" that I actually considered that hey, maybe I'm not quite the arrow that I thought I was, and when searching, you guessed it, on the 'net, i figured it out.
I found the most wonderful GLBTQ community online where I spent many teenage years with people who just listened no matter what you said, you could go to them with literally anything from "Hey I have this drywall problem.." to "Hey, I think I'm losing my virginity tomorrow, what can I do to make it enjoyable for both of us?"
I've found stories upon stories that have inspired me, I've found pictures and attitudes from people that give me some form of hope for humanity, I've found terrible stories that depressed me, I've found pictures and more porn then I hope anyone ever knows that can gross just about anyone up (and given the internet veteran that I am, seriously, ew guys. What the hell)
So the thing about the internet is in this day and age, it creates a lack of privacy depending on how much information gets put up on here. And as it's a useful tool, with my response to people at this point of being anxious they might not like me, or if they do, what if they're not good, especially after the last few explosions, I've found it's a very easy way to "vet" people on the who and what they might be.
Because much as the good they can post is up there-if someone isn't doing moral things, somewhere on the internet, someone is kvetching about them.
So, I'm from the internet. And it has it's uses from pirating music, videos, and stories (which I do not do, because I try to support the artist) to stalking people to the extremes.
I suppose the one thing that bothers me is the lack of consent that can be given to who can look at your things. But, then again, you can choose who you lead to the water, now can't you?
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