It’s weird when you meet someone on the internet in 2001 when you searched for a recipe for cucumber sandwiches for an engagement party and in 2014 you are unable to sleep because a friend of theirs is having a horrible tragedy and you can’t sleep waiting for news.
It’s weird that you start a blog and a twitter account and you start talking to another blogger on twitter and she ends up being an amazing friend that you road trip across the country with and have so much fun even being stuck in traffic that you suspect you’ve actually known her forever.
It’s weird that you catch up with people on Facebook that you weren’t friends with in High School, but you weren’t enemies either, you just travelled in different circles, and you realize how really great they are and you regret not being friends with them in high school. (And you also realize how really weird you were in high school…gah.)
It’s weird that you can connect with people who have a shared lifestyle, who live no where near you, and you can find support with that group because they know what it’s like.
I get that FB can be bad, I get that it can be a venue for a lot of drama (I won’t say cause, because FB isn’t causing the drama, the people are…). I probably spend too much time on Facebook from time to time (like today). But it’s really helped me develop a better sense of who I am when I’m not concerned about the clothes I’m wearing, or the hair style my hair refuses to do, or that I’m self conscious about my laugh or my smile. And I’m really grateful for that, especially as I learn to own it.
The Internet is just.weird.
So, if you’re the praying sort, or the thinking sort, or the holding close to your heart sort…if you could hold my friend’s friend close to you tonight, hope that their daughter will be, by some miracle, okay. One downside of the internet is wishing that I could do more than just share fundraisers, and ask you to share it as well, or ask everyone to send positive energy in her direction.
And because puppies are cute and I need to be unsad so I can go to bed….this is Sally Miss Pretty Mustard as a puppy.
