Friday night during our soiree, my nephew said, "Hey Aunt Kelly, I forgot to log you out of MSN and someone named Princess said to tell you hi."
A good 15 of the 50 people stopped talking to see what this was about. You see, I am the only Internet nerd type person I know. The people I hang around do the email thing, the eBay thing, the paying bills on line thing, and the shopping thing, but they don't do the "Internet People" thing.
I talk a bit about my Love/hate relationship with the net here, if you missed that post. I have met people from the Internet before. I've made some very good friends from the Internet.
People that I've known for a long time don't quite understand this, and in fact, do not like it at all. As I said in that love/hate post, I became really disenchanted with the net, and God, I probably haven't met any people from the net in 5 years.
My nephew saying this brought up the red flag to certain friends and family of mine.
""Who is that? Do you know this person? What's her name? Where does she live? Are you sure she's a girl? What if it's a guy and he's a rapist and a pedophile and a serial killer?"
It's Princess, no I don't' know her, umm Princess is her name? live? dunno. Pretty sure she's a girl. If she's a pedophile I have no worries, and if she's a serial killer and/or rapist I don't think she can do anything to me through my modem.
""Well how did you start talking to her?""
Ok, this one gets a bit more complicated.
Weeeeeell I suppose because we both read Rance's Blog
"Who is Rance, do you know him? What is a blog? What if he is a rapist and a serial killer?"
Rance is a person that writes a blog, which is an online type diary thing. I technically don't know if he's a serial killer or a rapist, but he says he's like a celebrity from Hollywood or something.
Roars of laughter fill the room.
So as you can tell this is going real well.
I assured them that all I did was "talk" to Princessr9 and "read" Rance's blog. I could still see they were nervous as in a "here we go again" type deal.
I'm extremely lucky to have so many people care about me and love me, but you would think they would realize that I'm umm what's the word? Oh yeah, not a fucking idiot.
Anytime I ever met anyone from the net it was when a big group of people got together from a chat room or message board. It would be like if there was a big blogger party. Oh, and I always, always, always took a great big man with me. Always. I've never done the "dating" thing or the "hooking up" thing. Ever.
They don't know about my blog. My best friend R does, and my nephew does, and that is about it. It's not that I write anything here that I haven't said or done, and it definitely wouldn't shock any of them. This is my space, with my "Internet People" as they call you all. Hey, that's a Pink Poppy statement I think. call you all...
In the meantime, I am sure I will hear about "Rance the Rapist" or "Princess the Pedophile/Serial Killer" every once in awhile, as my family and friends start worrying all over again about you damn "Internet People."
How about you? Does your family/friends understand the whole Internet thing, do they know about it, and what do they think?
And Princessr9, please don't be offended by this. It was actually kind of funny, and I was bound to be outed eventually.
Thanks again to Gus and Annie for filling in for me while I was keeping the original party people in line this weekend.
Gus has offered me either a cut of the blubber or a ship named after lil ole me. I think I'll take the ship, as long as the blubbery bastard doesn't destroy it.