What is it about the internet that makes us so ‘open’?
Wait. I know!
There are very few consequences.
We aren’t interpreting body language and changing our delivery.
You can flirt and not meet for drinks.
The bathroom is always close.
You can never tell when someone has rolled their eyes.
Crafted written responses have much more finesse then the spoken word- all awkward silences omitted.
You can become ‘friends’ without actually having to commit to helping them when they move.
No one is all ‘judgey’ when you gain 50plus lbs. while pregnant, because you can attach a really great avatar to your identity and maintain radio silence.
No one is all ‘judgey’ when you don’t lose the 50 pounds and just keep the pic up and running, even experiment with a bikini shot of Cindy Crawford, and deny by omission. No one will call you on it. Sweet.
And sometimes you have a conversation that begins with a beautiful photograph of a Cedar Waxwing, and the accompanying comment, waxing poetic about your wish to see him outside your window every day, which parleys through identification of said bird, the amount of excrement he will leave you to tender, re-enforcement of regional stereotypes, another indictment of the 24-hour news cycle, and the possible inclusion as a muse for a character in an up and coming new best seller.
This would not happen over a fence, in a grocery line, at the office, or at your Aunt’s.
It takes a virtual world…
Can I have him outside my window every damn day?