Are Online Friends really “Friends”?

Okay, so I was talking with an acquaintance of mine the other day, trying to tell her about how cool my blog is and how much I enjoy Twitter.  I happened to mention something about my “friends” online, and she freaked out. 

Her:  Well, it’s not like they’re really your friends. 

Me:  Um, yeah.  They kind of are.

Her:  Well, I mean sure, you have stuff in common with them, and you like them, but they’re not your friends.

Me:  (silently)  Well, what the hell is your definition of “friend”?

But I didn’t say that.  I just murmured something to her and went on about the conversation and then got the hell off the phone. 

Then, I started thinking about my friends In Real Life, the people I knew in law school and from before.  People I’d talked to, shared with, leaned on.  People I’d had drinks with, people I’d bail out of jam, like if their car didn’t start in the morning.   

And I thought about what most of those people said to me when I told them I wanted to become a writer.

A writer?“ 

Like I’d said “car thief.” 

Them:  What on earth are you going to do with that?

Me:  Um, write books?

Them:  What makes you think you can do that?

Me: ?!?

And if I mentioned writing romance?  Forget about it.  My “friends” have said everything from “Well, I won’t read a romance novel, but if you ever write a real book, I’d read that,”  to  “Well, good for you.  I mean, somebody’s got to write the trash, right?”   

Oh.  My.  God. 

Oh, and I’ve heard every Fabio joke in existence.   

They just don’t get it.  They don’t understand why I want to be writer.  They certainly don’t understand why I quit law school to do it.  And to write romances?  Or some other vile form of genre fiction? 

“Not something worthwhile, like Angela’s Ashes?” 

Um, no.  Writing is hard enough.  I don’t need to write a story that makes me want to snort my printer toner. 

So, when I actually joined a writer’s group, I was elated because I thought these people will get it.  They’ll get me.  They won’t be like my judgmental friends.  They’ll understand my love of writing and words.  They’ll read all the time like I do.  And they’ll be just like me!

Or not. 

I should have realized that my expectation was a little off when I went on a retreat with my critique group and one of them actually bragged about how it didn’t matter how you dressed for an agent interview at a conference, to which they all nodded and made disparaging remarks about all the poor losers who actually wore suits to conferences, like it would make a difference in their careers. 

All I could think was, I wore a suit to Conference, because this is my job.  And if you don’t think an agent is judging you for wearing a muu-muu to your interview, you’re crazy.  And, If you’re saying that about them, what the hell were you saying about me?

I’d never felt so alone in my writing career. 

It really, really hurt, because writing is hard enough, but trying to do it in the midst of a toxic critique group, or all by yourself, is almost unbearable. 

I’ve been trying to reconcile myself to that.  To writing alone.  To being the only person like me.  Someone who genuinely wants to write, who sees a critique group as more than a social gathering.  Someone who wants other people to do this with so I don’t feel so crazy and so I have someone to root for, to cheer for, and who can maybe cheer for me, too. 

And not just when I get published or get The Call, but when I simply manage to write another page, another day.

Then I started this blog, and my heart began to give way, because I began to meet so many wonderful, beautiful people who seemed to be just like that. 

Then I spent an evening on Twitter.  (At some point I’m going to have to write about the Awesomeness that is Twitter, but this post is already long enough.) 

So, anyway, it was about three in the morning my time and I started chatting with the awesome and always interesting Seth Simonds and I found out that he’s a writer, too.  He read my  previous post, and we laughed and talked about how difficult it all is, and when I asked him what he writes, he said, “Freelance pays for the food that fiction causes me to cry into” and I laughed hysterically and sent him a big, empathetic, internet hug because I could so relate. 

Then I thought that maybe I needed to stop wasting time on Twitter and get back to my work when he sent me this DM (reprinted with his permission): 

“You know the feeling of standing right beside somebody and having them reach out and take your hand with a firm squeeze? The feeling of facing the “oh shit, who knows what’s next” but being okay with it because its somehow turned into a sort of team effort?

Empathetic hugs aside, I hope you can get a sense of the hand clasp. ::there::  I write thousands of words each day and I bleed for them. But I’m constantly learning more about myself.” 

I read that.  And then I read it again.  And one more time.

And something inside me slowly unfurled.  And I realized … 

I’m not alone anymore. 

Because there are people who get it, people who get me.  And they’re wonderful, beautiful people who are here with me while I’m trying to do this crazy, insane thing. 

People like Joely, Chris, JoVE, Stacie, Emma, Gina, Mary, Eileen, TheGirlPie, and Leah, and so many more of you who don’t always comment, but who lurk, or chat with me on Twitter. 

And, of course, Seth. 

And even though you all are probably not going to show up tomorrow if my car breaks down, you’re here with me now.  You understand the fear and angst involved in the creative process.  And you can lean on me, even while I lean on you, too.  

And I think that makes you guys the coolest friends of all.

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28 Responses to “Are Online Friends really “Friends”?”

  1. I am nodding my head and I’m agreeing with you right here.

    Twitter more than any other site has yielded more Real Friends than any other online media.

    I have friends “in real life”, but only one of them has always been hardcore behind me through thick and thin you’re the greatest you’ll do it type of friend that I can find by connecting online.

    And don’t get me started on genre fiction and writing. Friends don’t say “Oh, you’ll never be able to do that.” They say “Hey let’s get some vodka and celebrate the shit out of this thing.”

    I write fantasy and I get the same mockery and derision. “All fantasy is shit” is quite common. Of course, the biggest of the biggest names in fiction are, when it comes down to it, fantasy.

    So you are totally not alone. Not by a long shot. And we might not be able to get together at the Mojo’s or Starbucks or Bluu or any of those other joints in real life to share and cogitate and stuffins, but you are here, in my life, in a far more real way than the friends I have who only ever discuss how to find curtains that match their wardrobes.


    J xx

    Joely Black’s last blog post..And now, I’m off in my little boat by myself

  2. Diane, thank you for voicing this! It’s a very pertinent, if a bit touchy, subject for me these days.

    I want more of a balance between my internet, “virtual” connections, and the in-person, close-by, and the latter are feeling sorely lacking for me.

    Last week it was my birthday. I received so many responses from people around the world and so many posts on my FB wall. But what i deep down was wanting was people to eat my birthday cupcakes with me, to come over and share my day. I’ve had some cries over just how many cupcakes I ate on my own.

    so yes, missing flesh and bones, the nitty gritty of human touch, you know? Even while I appreciate the connection far away.

    Ahhhhh. Sending you love, virtual or not ;)


    Heidi Fischbach’s last blog post..Of cake and lovers

  3. Perhaps we need to change our definition of “friend” to match the times just as we’ve changed the definition of other words?

    There was once a time when *not* being gay was a terrible thing. Uptight churchgoers had gay parties and people said gay things. –they’ve since changed their minds now that the definition has been updated.

    Is the person I spent oodles of time with in college no longer my friend because we live 3k miles apart and keep in touch via the interwebs? I think not. We’re still friends. Better friends, in fact, because of our online interactions.

    You’re definitely not alone. The world is full of crazy people terrified to admit when they’re struggling with something and need help. Thanks for being so open about your writing experience.

  4. Hey Diane,
    One of your lurker internet friends here. (Looking over my shoulder)…

    A couple of quick things I wanted to drop on ya. Mostly because commenting instead of just lurking, I’m trusting, will be that welcomed smoke signal of camaraderie that us internet friendly types do.

    Once upon a time, there was this duck and her chic, and she wrote this amazing thing in one of her amazing posts… something that goes “Surround yourself with people who adore you.” Music to my hears and waves of self-acceptance into my heart. I carry those words around like an Amex card. Seriously. I heart the duck! And her yoga chic is pretty cool too. I think it’s this post, but I’m not sure.

    At the time I received this info, I was in a similar spot to you…kinda. Realizing there were people in my real life circle that probably weren’t helping me to be big, nor were they even remotely interested! Yikes. I got make silly excuses for being a life coach and they would snark at me, “So how’s the self-help industry?” Maybe there were afraid of my imminent success. Maybe I was. Eye-opener. It’s my choice to surround myself with people who adore me. Uh oh. So there have been some awkward goodbyes and less than awkward goodbyes and some don’t even know yet that I’ve said goodbye, but I did. More committed than ever to surrounding myself with people who adore me and guess what, ALOT of them are out here on the inter-t00bs.

    Last tid bit, have you read “This Time I Dance” by Tama Kieves. Just thought if you haven’t, it was a yummy piece of work for me… helping me step further into where I’m going while admitting that who I’m leaving behind to do that isn’t always a smooth process. Tama is atty turned creative (I think writer), just like you.

    ::: Fist bump :::

    Mynde’s last blog post..YWC Case Study, part two

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    Joely - Here’s to Twitter, vodka, writing, and celebrating the shit out of it. *clinks glasses*

    Heidi - Yes, as wonderful as online friends can be, sometimes I do need a real hug. And for what it’s worth, I seriously wished I’d been there to eat one of your cupcakes. *big, squishy, internet hug*

    Seth - Yes! I think we need a redefinition of “friend.” For many of the people I’ve met online, I don’t know how they take their tea, or how they sound over the phone, but they understand me and some of my greatest fears more than anyone else. I think that’s pretty significant.

    Mynde - “surround yourself with people who adore you” is so perfect. I had no idea how to do this, at first. If I couldn’t find sympathetic, kind-hearted, supportive writers in a writers’ group, where will I find them? And bam! it was Welcome to the Internets. Pretty cool place we’re cultivating here.

    And I’m fascinated by the book recommendation. I’ve already put it on my Amazon Wish List.

    *fist bump* :)

  6. I think people who don’t read blogs or do Twitter (I don’t do the latter so don’t really get it, either), have no idea that you can have deep conversations that build real relationships through these media. So they make disparaging comments about online friends.

    My partner used to do that but he doesn’t any more. Because he realizes that I have made REAL friends online. And some of those people I have had the opportunity to meet IRL and deepen that relationship. And some of my IRL friends that I no longer live near, are now internet friends. We read each other’s blogs. We e-mail.

    And whether people are supportive of your particular path doesn’t really have a lot to do with how you met them. Sometimes IRL friends are hugely supportive (I have at least one like that) but there are a lot of people in the world who think that you can’t earn a living doing what you love, that genre fiction is crap, etc. etc. And some of those people might be your IRL friends.

    I think the big thing about internet friends is that the internet lets us find friends amongst a much bigger pool of people. So if the writers who happen to live near us and meet regularly aren’t our type of people, the internet allows us to form a writers group with writers who are, but who don’t live within walking distance of our favourite pub.

    A friend of mine wrote a really nice post about all this recently. She and I do live near each other (and will live even nearer this summer) but we met through a mutual on-line friend. She talks about that here:

    JoVE’s last blog post..Play review: Belle Moral

  7. Oh, I second the recommendation re: This Time I Dance. A friend of mine sent it to me about a year ago, just out of the blue, and it sat on a shelf for many, many months before I decided to pick it up. To be honest, the title pushed all of my anti-cheese buttons. . . and kinda made me throw up a little in my mouth. However, once I got past that (and the LAVENDER print – I’m not kidding – lavender) the darn words *inside* the book made me cry – cry like a person who suddenly feels less . . . well . . . alone. Or crazy. Or . . . something.

    But beyond all of that, please let me just say that you are SO NOT ALONE. :) I’m incredibly happy that your definition of “friend” is open enough to include those of us who might not be so useful in a car-breakdown situation, but who adore you nonetheless! You rock, my dear. You and your little writer self . . .

    I’m here cheering for you – with every page you write.

  8. I love this post because it’s my experience too. I’m not alone anymore since I got to know so many cool people online. And I’m talking about really cool people, and really smart people, and really kind people. It doesn’t matter to me that they are miles away and I may never see them. The exchange is so valuable. Who says you have to see a person to know them. How many people in your “real” life do you really know anyway? What difference does it make? Great people are great no matter how you know them.

    Todd Smith’s last blog post..What size screen savers do you need?

  9. “I don’t need to write a story that makes me want to snort my printer toner. ”

    Thank you for my first (and maybe only) laugh of the day. I am currently living a secluded life in a place that doesn’t fit me. Even though I am an artist, not a writer, I can relate to your story.

    Some people are better than others at connecting online. Some are too shy or

    Diana’s last blog post..Working without the whip

  10. oops, my sleeve hit the trackpad and entered before I was finished…

    I was saying some are too shy or cautious to engage quickly. Some of us are very introverted. That makes watching others become friends all the more painful. I wasn’t born introverted, that came later.

    Diana’s last blog post..Working without the whip

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    JoVE - “whether people are supportive of your particular path doesn’t really have a lot to do with how you met them” This is exactly right.

    Stacie - *big hug* Thanks for the cheering. Thanks SO much for it. And “kinda made me throw up a little in my mouth” made me snicker, and I hear you on the lavendar! I was a little squeamish, too, but it looked so good (and Mynde is so smart) I figured I’d try it anyway, but it might have sat on the shelf for a few weeks, so thanks for the added rec.

    Todd - Yes! Absolutely. That’s perfect. Particularly, the “kind” and “great” parts. That same woman told me that “Well, of course people are nice online. You’re not asking anything of them, so it’s easy for them to seem generous.”

    And I was like, “Have you even read my blog? You think that’s easy to do? You think it’s easy for all those people to bare their souls right back to me in their comments and on their own blogs? Do you think it’s easy for people to so consciously and generously give of their time and knowledge in blogs and on Twitter and everywhere else?”

    And she said, “Well, that’s just marketing.”

    And I said, “Yeah. You’re probably right.” And then I got the hell off the phone.

    Diana - Yeah, it’s so cool to find kindred spirits who are artists, and other things, as well as writers. One of the joys of being online is finding so many other people who can empathize with the creative struggle, but who are in places I never would have thought to look.

    And big hug to you, sweetie, for being here, with your wonderful, introverted self. I hope that I’m creating a place here where people can feel safe to jump in, or maybe just dip their toe in from time to time, or even just lurk and know that they’re valued here and appreciated, because you’re right, interaction of any kind is hard, and online interaction is no exception.

  12. Oh, I get so mad about art snobbery. It’s pervasive in all creative areas, from writing, to painting, to sculpture, to textiles, all the way to the Oscars. People think that something has to be miserable, or peculiar, or incomprehensible to be ‘worthy’.

    Then there’s the reverse – the people who think the miserable, peculiar, incomprehensible stuff ‘isn’t art’ either, the people who say ‘but it’s just an unmade bed’.

    Gah! Why can’t people just appreciate creativity in every form? Some people make things that make us smile, some make things that make us cry, some make things that don’t mean anything to anyone but them, and it’s all wonderful, valuable, precious.

    “And not just when I get published or get The Call, but when I simply manage to write another page, another day.”

    Sometimes this really is the hardest thing. At least, I find this one of the hardest things. I can psych myself up to do a Big Thing, the thing you can see the payoff for, but the little daily stuff, it’s so much easier to wriggle out of.

    Kate’s last blog post..Musical self-help no. 6, Valentine’s Day edition – Pink

  13. What an ace post. You know, it’s made my day that you listed me in it. I am honoured.

    For what it’s worth, I have only admiration for your desire to be a romance writer – I think it’s one of the hardest things to write about. Give me gang warfare and post-apocalytpic London any day, that’s a lot less scary!

    Emma Newman’s last blog post..It’s green… and it’s damn ugly

  14. Two things: One, I’ve never really understood (or thankfully, experienced) the lack of support from friends about my life choices. I can only guess that underlying that kind of questioning is their own wide gulf between the life they’ve created for themselves and what they really want to be doing, but haven’t yet admitted to themselves. And to even approach that is far to scary to even consider, much less see someone else doing it. Far better to keep you in you place.

    And the other thing: Twitter ROCKS! Friends come in all forms, serve all kinds of purposes for our growth, even the unsupportive ones. Would my twitter friends drive me to the airport or help me move a sofa? Probably not, but a lot of my ‘real life’ friends wouldn’t either.

    As in introvert also, and someone who spends a lot of time isolated with kids at home, I’ve come to rely on this cheerleading squad. So what if they don’t know me… just to have someone pop in randomly and tell me I’m awesome goes a long way to keeping me going when it gets tough and dull here. And being able to do that for others.. takes only a minute, makes their day, which makes my day, and on it goes.

    And sometimes when our own tribes don’t support us, well, how cool is it that we have the technology to reach out and find a tribe that does!

    Gina’s last blog post..acting out of pain

  15. I agree with Gina’s first paragraph 100% I think that is absolutely what is going on. And it is like a pervasive disease. People discourage others from following their dreams all the time. And encourage them to get a “good job” by which they mean well paid, with benefits, stable, etc. And then they are miserable. And they want everyone else to be miserable.

    Yay you/us for stepping out of that. And I loved the comment about surrounding ourselves with people who adore us. I think I’ve been doing that and cutting down on communication with people who are negative (which includes my mother and brother). Because life is too short for that.

    JoVE’s last blog post..Play review: Belle Moral

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    Kate - I hear you. People are so worried about being judged and listening to the opinions of others, of the Right People, that they can’t even listen to themselves. I have a terrified family member who can’t even go to a museum because she’s so afraid of saying the wrong thing about something. No matter how many times I tell her, “Just think about what YOU like. You can’t be wrong here,” she can’t do it. She’s never been able to. Maybe it’s a skill, like anything else.

    Emma - *big hug*

    Gina and JoVE - Totally. The funniest phenomenon to me was how the people who were the least supportive of me quitting law school were the people who hated it the most. The ones who were happy and loved the law? They all were like, “This makes me happy. You should do something that makes YOU happy. Good luck. Kick ass with your writing.”

    Here’s to surrounding ourselves with people who adore us. :)

  17. Hear hear – I’ve never felt so connected to people who appear to think, process and feel in similar ways to me. The wonderfulness of the internet allows us to reach out and express in ways we would probably never dare to do otherwise.
    And yes, my fellow bloggers and tweeples have become some of my favourite people in a very short space of time.

    Wormy’s last blog post..Randomness

  18. Please allow me to take a slightly less sentimental approach to this whole business. Unless I were to live in NY or LA, my “electronic networking system” or ENS for short, is absolutely essential to my success as an author. Without my ENS, I could not develop relationships, network, or market my work efficiently. With that said, as a matter of course, I have managed to meet some absolutely wonderful people electronically. I will start with my awsome and talented website guru: Diane Whiddon-Brown. There are many others as well, that I would now, through the course of networking, gleefully call friend, those that have transcended through the ranks of just a business associate to something a bit more meaningful, those that I have struck a cord with on a personal level due to common interests and difficulties alike. I do not find this the least bit odd, not much different than being friends with someone where I live, just the circumstances are different. So my point is this: Are electronic friendships the result of actually seeking those with common ground or is it more of a natural progression, not dissimilar from meeting people face-to-face? I do not believe that the defintion of “friend” has changed at all, but perhaps the means by which we meet these “friends”.

  19. Tweeples! What a great word! After reading all this I feel I must get to grips with Twitter…

    Emma Newman’s last blog post..It’s green… and it’s damn ugly

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    Justin - First of all, soooo sorry you got stuck in moderation hell today. I will be fixing that right now.

    You make a good point about the nature of meeting people online. We develop relatioships with people online for all sorts of different reasons and, like personal interaction, online interaction allows us to expand those relationships and make friends just like we would In Real Life.

    I think the reason we may need to “redefine the word ‘friend’” is that, among people who spend very little of their time online, there’s a bias toward the relationships we develop that way. I think it was difficult for my friend to believe that I genuinely cared about the people I’d met through blogging or even on Twitter, because they weren’t friendships in the way she traditionally defined that word, and to her, that meant that they weren’t really friendships at all.

    To her, friends are people you see after work. You know what they look like. You know what drink they order, you’ve met their kids. And you talk to them about everything–your car troubles, your bitchy boss, your dream to live on a sailboat. You’ve lived within, or at least adjacent to, their lives.

    My friend had a hard time wrapping her brain around the concept that I really cared, in a very deep way, about the people I’d met online. (Of course, she doesn’t understand how I can be friends with clients, either, so what does she know?) ;)

    After all, I don’t know what they look like. I don’t spend physical time with them. And for some of them, even if I talk to them often, we only cover a narrow field of subjects, e.g. writing on a writing forum, or a specific topic on someone else’s blog.

    Like Seth. I don’t know how many siblings he has. I don’t even know what state he lives in. But becaue I’ve spent time on his blogs, and chatted with him on Twitter, I know that if I was stuck with my writing, that I could email him or Tweet him and he’d be there for me, if only to say something nice and supportive.

    I couldn’t get my friend to understand that. Of course, I couldn’t get her to say something nice and supportive about my writing, either, so what does that tell you?

    Anyway, I think you’re right, that the bottom line is that, regardless of circumstances, a friendship is just a meeting with another individual that for whatever reason develops into something more meaningful. That happening online is really no different than how it happens anywhere else.

    Perhaps the reason it seems like we’re actively seeking out those with common ground is how quickly it can happen online, because of the sheer number of people we connect with. Maybe that makes it faster and easier to filter out those we don’t connect with?

    I don’t know how it happens, really. I’m just glad it does. And I’m glad I have a blog, because when I start writing, apparently I can’t stop. So, I’m going to end this comment. Right now. Here. See?

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    Wormy - I agree. There’s a certain sense of distance online that strips away pretenses and allows me to be a little more honest than I would probably have the courage to be IRL. And that just makes the friendships that much sweeter.

    Emma - Yes! We love Tweeples! Jump on in. Twitter rocks. I’m @dianewb.

  22. Umm if online friends didn’t count, I wouldn’t have any friends.

    I can completely relate to this – online is where I’ve found and connected with (what I believe) are some of the most important friends of my life. I found people who think the same way as me. It’s simply amazing. Oddly enough, it’s almost everyone who has left comments before me :)

    So writers are just like artists eh? “Be careful! Those gallery owners are so shallow, judging us on what we look like and how we dress.” Really? Because you dressed like a homeless person to the interview? Wow. That’s so weird. I’m with Kate. Stupid art snobbery.

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  23. Oh Sweetie,

    I can always count on you to either make me laugh or touch my heart and often both at the same time!

    And I am so honored to be on the list as one of your friends. I certainly think of you as one of mine.

    I know that people who don’t spend a lot of time online just don’t get it. And up until recently I was one of those people. if you had told me 9 months ago that I was going to be developing deep, authentic, supportive and real friendships via the internet…. and on TWITTER of all things….. I would have thought you were fucking loony tunes.

    I am truly amazed. And grateful. And humbled by the level of connection I feel with you and Havi and Joely and a bunch of other folks that I have met online.

    I feel a sense of creative community here that is truly profound and deeply, deeply nourishing. If I need an emotional boost, or a dose of wisdom, or a sense that I’m not so alone, or am hungry for inspiration, I know where to go. I can make direct contact in the comments sections on my friends blogs or on twitter or just read the blogs that I love and know that I am part of something that is like a big, global, creative family.

    As I was reading your post and thinking about some of the comments that your friend made about how these friendships aren’t real, it made me think of what people did before there were phones. If you couldn’t see someone face to face you wrote them letters! This writing to each other is such a time honored tradition and I think it’s very, very sweet.

    There’s something that happens when I write that allows me to be more in touch with myself. To go inside and feel things more deeply. When I am alone and writing I am often more vulnerable than when I am in the same room with someone.

    I am more focused. More present. More there. Which allows the friendships to be that much more genuine. So you may not know how old I am ( suffice it to say that i am …. old) or where I reside here on the planet ( uh…. I’m assuming you think I DO live on the planet) but through my writing I’ve shown you my insides and my craziness, my goofiness and my wild creative heart and if that isn’t the basis for a friendship I sure don’t know what in tarnation is!

    Thanks as always for your honest and heartfelt words. I am grateful to have you in my life! Oh… and I came across the following quote, on TWITTER of course, and I wanted to send it to you:

    “If I had ten thumbs, I’d put them all up for you.” Harris Weinstein, age 7

    Hugs and friendship,


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    Sarah - I completely agree. I’m blown away by how I’ve grown to care about some of my online friends.

    chris - And “deeply, deeply nourishing” Yes! That’s the perfect word for it. Nourishing friendships.

    And that is a beatiful and brilliant point about the correlation to writing letters. You’re right. Writing, on a blog post, on a comment, even on Twitter to a certain extent, lets me tap into me a little more, almost like it’s a kind of meditation. That immediately brings the conversations to a deeper, truer level. Which is, I’m sure, at least part of the reason that these conversations and people have come to mean so much to me in such a short amount of time. Big, big hug, my dear friend.

    And I love that quote! How much does Twitter rock! :)

  25. Hi,
    Thanks for the affirming post about online friends. I struggle a lot with feeling like nobody “gets” me – but it’s not like I feel all that un-get-able, it’s that it seems like nobody is paying attention to the things that actually matter! Or something like that.

    But online I run across people from time to time who do get it, or at least get some really important part of it, and it really helps. I still would love to live in a house full of people who get it, but…one step at a time I guess. =)


    Emma McCreary’s last blog post..Popularity vs. Life: Following Your Internal Nudges

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    Emma - I hear you! I’d love a roomful of people who get me, but since that’s apparently not going to happen, I’m perfectly content to have access to so many beautiful people online.

  27. OMG is this true. And, really, what is the difference between an online friend and a long-distance friend. Or a pen pal, for that matter?

    I am blessed with a group of supportive people around me, but I don’t know that I could keep working on my business if I didn’t have my lovely online buddies to help me through it.

    To me, the internet has brought back the corner store – the little meeting place where people of like minds could gather. Except the corner store wasn’t really like that in real life, because it was based on proximity. Online connections are based on interests and shared paths – something far more lasting than proximity.

    That’s friendship to me. And it’s a huge gift to anyone undertaking something off the beaten path.
    Jennifer´s last blog ..Joel Bretan of Mighty Grip My ComLuv Profile

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    Jennifer Absolutely! “Like minds.” That’s perfect.

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