Well, I’ve had this daily emailing gig on with some guy I met on the net. Actually, he’s a nature nut and a budding nature photographer, so he’s become the friend I can talk to about that kinda stuff…you know, my Howard & goose-related obsessions. Well, I just had to share this excerpt from his last email.

Ok, seriously, you seem like you have some great interests but seem a little strange. I enjoy sitting around surfing the net now and then, but I get the feeling that you live on the net, sit around alone, living as a virtual person, collecting virtual, pseudo-friends, spreading yourself thin. Yet, seem to be completely content with it. I can’t say I understand.

Note, he only said a “little” strange. I think he was being nice. Well, ladies and gents, he’s exactly right, and I don’t know whether to be proud or ashamed to say of it. I feel a bit indifferent toward it all actually, because I was actually thinking about this prior to his email while I was walking my dog. I live with my computer and my dog, and all my “virtual” company keeps me pretty happy. Of course, I don’t think I’d complain if someone invited me out of my little world, but I guess it’s good that I can survive with such little human interaction. Or maybe it’s one of the 9 signs of a serial killer…eh, either way…

For the record, I do have plans this Friday with a real human being. It’s a friend from school that I haven’t seen in a really long time, so I’m looking forward to that reunion. But it is sad that I don’t mind having so many pseudo-friends. It just seems all the people that acquire full friend status end up on my shit list not long after, except Carrie. She’s the lone survivor after all these years. Oh, the trials & tribulations of high standards.

Wel, I didn’t intend to ramble about that for so long. Hopefully, I’ll be posting good news in the morning…