Recently, Chila Woychik (aka Maggie) asked a question on Facebook similar to this: How many people really know us, the good, the bad, the ugly, and love us anyway? As much as I love my husband, my mother, my BFF, they aren’t the ones who truly know me. Only one person does.
I wrote that as a response, and some folks thought I was talking about God–so that would make two who really know me. Others thought I was talking about myself. Really, who knows you better than yourself? So I guess that would make three.
Those were great guesses–wrong, but good shots.
None of my cyberpals really know me, but a lot of these folks are people I look forward to “seeing” everyday.
Have you ever noticed how noisy Facebook and Twitter can be? Or any of the sites you enjoy going to. I’m not talking about computerized sounds, I’m talking about the sounds of laughter and chatter. The sounds of folks having a good time.
Maybe it’s just me.
When I’m having a good day of networking, I can hear my cyberpals chatting with me, and the LOL really is laughter, right out loud. It cheers me and makes my day less lonely.
I remember when I played bridge on Pogo how very real the people were, how often we giggled like girls at a sleep-over, how we shared things like best friends often do. I haven’t been on Pogo in awhile, and the folks I knew are probably long gone from the site, but I miss them like I miss the one person who really knows me.
Usually, when I’m home alone with the TV off, the only sounds I hear are the laughter my cyberpals. Isolation is held at bay while I’m connecting with them. When I shut down the internet to work, the house echos with the silence. Sometimes it takes me a minute to settle into the quiet. Most of the time I’m still smiling, still feeling the warmth of companionship. Those are good days.
Even though most of them are acquaintances, they’re priceless. Never underestimate the value of acquaintances. Some of them may make that tiny circle of people you call “friends.”