Anybody ’round here ever belonged to an online forum/group/community?
I’d be willing to bet that there are more that have than have not. It’s just the way life moves these days, especially if you’re a computer geek. (It’s okay – you don’t have to admit your obsession with “WOW” here…I get it. )
With our fast paced, ninety to nothing schedules it gets more and more difficult to catch up with folks you REALLY like these days. Oh, sure – there’s plenty of time spent with those self absorbed morons who share your office space every day, and the soccer moms hopped up on Red Bull and the smell of their own Aqua Net who chatter incessantly on the sidelines while you nod, smile and find yourself wondering about the possibility of Divine Intervention in the form of spontaneous combustion…
But, what about your own, chosen “tribe” – the ones who share your interests, get your humor and actually laugh at your jokes? It could be totally social, it could be a Meetup Group for Moms in your area, could be a Fan Group for an artist y’all love, a place to talk movies or gardening or —
Well, you get the point. They’re out there for just about any subject you can imagine. Hell, these days just being on Twitter regularly is like having your own social group! And, finding a handful of blogs where folks are commenting regularly and share a common denominator (like this one! ) can be a tribe in itself. I know I feel like we are.
Way before the Social Media/Social Networking explosion, I’ve belonged to two communities that have made major impacts on my life. No, not because of the nonsense that we may or may not have spent years of our lives babbling away online while we all should have been sleeping…because of the friendships I’ve made. Real, actual friendships with living, breathing people – many, many of whom I’ve met in the flesh.
(Yep, they actually DO exist in a corporeal form, not just as pixelated matter in a CPU. Go figure!)
We’ve traveled to see each other individually and in large groups – across states and in some cases from other countries. Some of us have had friendships that have lasted for – Holy Crap, lemme count…TEN FRIGGIN’ YEARS! We’ve attended and even been in each others weddings. Seen babies born. Shared losses and triumphs. Because somehow, from behind the initial anonymity of a computer screen, we became good friends – in every sense of the word. We’ve gone from only knowing each others screen names to having each others full info in our email contacts list; texting each other with stupid jokes throughout the day; sharing heartaches and joys just as you would with family.
I was just looking through my Facebook Friends list, and I realized that damn near half of those on the list are friends I’ve met in my two tribes. And we all interact…some now even crossing over into each other, which makes TOTAL sense because they’re all wacky like me – naturally they’d like each other, right? And more and more of you, my bloggy buddies, are finding your way into my strange, wonderful world of interwoven tribe circles. It’s awesome.
So, what am I saying with all this rambling? I dunno. Maybe just that I appreciate folks who give back – who interact and react here on the interwebs when something they read/see/hear makes them laugh, or touches them, or sparks a reaction. It opens up the dialogue between us; makes the barriers begin to melt, and provides an opportunity to share a bit of ourselves with someone else who may just look at life the same way we do.
Let me know if you are – I’ll scoot over so you can get a better view.
In the interest of sharing, here’s a “Ten Random Things You May Not Want to Know About Me” that I just found. I posted it at “Tribe Number Two” back on October 18, 2008. (Trust me – nothing has changed.) If you’re so moved, add something random and weird about yourself in the comments. I’d love it!
There’s also a playlist of songs below that… inspired by my “online” friends – and that includes you! (And of course all my beloved McFlyblogastrocopians. You know who you are. )
Okay, les’see here…
I told Brian (the hubs) that I was doing this, and he immediately rattled off the first three. Should I be worried about that?
1. Direct quote from Brian: “Tell them that you’re not happy unless your food is scorching your esophagus on the way down, you freak.” He’s right, though. I like things hot.
2. Direct quote from Brian: “Oh, and don’t forget about the showers that are hot as Hell. One of these days I’m fully expecting to find you melted into a puddle near the drain.” Okay, he’s right about that, too. I take REALLY hot showers.
3. Paraphrased quotes from Brian: : I have to paraphrase this, because he wouldn’t shut up about it. Evidently I have a special psychosis about the bed and bedding. I admit – I’m particular. We have high thread count bedsheets (600-800), goose down pillows and comforter, handmade quilt s. I change sets with the seasons – he’s fine with that. But, evidently I go around the bend with a few things that are “bed related…” “What about your bed psychosis? How you tuck the top sheet in so tight it feels like we’re in a five point restraint? And how you won’t get in the bed if there are any wrinkles in the bottom sheet? Oh, you HAVE to tell them that if you haven’t made the bed that day, how you MAKE the bed RIGHT BEFORE we get in it. I dare you to admit that you have made me get OUT of bed so you can make the bed, right before we both get in and go to sleep. I dare you.” (Okay, so I’ve told you…)
4. I’ve got a really bad temper. It normally takes a while (now that I’m older), for it to blow, but when it does…I’m a real bitch.
5. I was like a Stepford Wife in my first marriage. Seriously, you would not have recognized me. Twelve years of acting the way I thought I was supposed to act, and being miserable. After I divorced, I swore I was never going to be anything but myself. I am now, and it’s awesome. You know what? The real me would have hated the old me. I would have kicked my own ass.
6. I can recite the entire Abbot and Costello “Who’s On First?” very rapidly, from memory. Both parts. I learned it when I was 12.
7. My senior year in High School, I got a perfect score on the AP Art History Exam. First perfect score they’d ever had…in Art History, at least.
8. I had never spent the night in a hospital (as a patient) until I gave birth to Liam. I was 38.
9. I cannot buy Hostess Ding Dongs (or Big Wheels, depending on where you live) because if they’re here, I will eat the entire box in one sitting. I know this, because I have done this.
10. I have an unnatural dislike for Helen Hunt. No particular reason…she just annoys me.