you just call out my name and you know wherever I am

Between the memes and the bandwagon jumping (de-lurking day went well in the end didn’t it? a couple of you outed yourselves anyways!) regular readers of this little blog will know that my most recent bugbear has been my (perceived) lack of friendships. This is part two of that topic, if you aren’t a regular reader or are a goldfish then you can catch up here.

The other night, after guzzling half a bottle of red wine, I may or may not have got myself a little too immersed in Dead Poets Society, started waving my glass at the TV rather violently and shouting to myself “carpe diem! seize the day boys! make your lives extraordinary!” along with Robin Williams.

Ahem.

But a month ago, two weeks ago even, I would have said I needed to take my own drunken advice quick smart before I was swallowed up by the avalanche of clothes that is my bed and never to be seen again. That was until last weekend when I got an invitation to meet up with a fellow blogger who was visiting Edinburgh for the weekend, her of the-best-name-ever, Miss Catspuke. It was time to put my money where my blog is and start my real life with a good old – Carpe Diem! Carpe Diem!

(Ok that’s enough of the DPS references, it’s getting boring and the lovely Robert Sean Leonard is now much better employed in House.)

Actually, I don’t have much to say about the actual meet up apart from Miss CP (and her friends) was lovely and welcoming and not at all scary, and I wish she lived here goddammit; plus Miss CP has been nice enough to blog about it before and after here – you don’t really need a re-hash from me.

But, what really interested me about the night was the reaction of people to how we met. We got bemused, amused, confused, wierded out and a couple of all-out ‘freaks!’ type reactions (from the perma-tanned annoying one btw CP). I’m not sure one person (apart from the pair of us) just went ‘cool’ and moved on.

It seems that whilst we may be caught up in our little world of daily blog posts, readers, blog communities (like BritBloggers and 20sb), the twitter-world and the internet in general, to the outside world we bloggers are a strange unfathomable breed. And do you know what? I forget it all the time.

In many ways outside the blogging world the internet is cool. Cool people use Facebook, cool kids use Bebo, even the coolest people in the world – musicians (ok, that’s debateable) – use Myspace. Social networking is widely agreed to be the future of social contact as we know it. Most people, even if they don’t use twitter, put up a status update now and then – microblogging if you will – plus photos, comments and details of their every day lives for people to view and respond to. Just like blogging.

The difference is social networking (Facebook et al) has yet to step beyond those friends we already have, think we should have or still want to have from school. When was the last time you spoke to all 200 ‘friends’ you have on there? Not very often I expect. But you still count them as friends don’t you? No one looks at you like you are weird for being mates on facebook with someone you haven’t seen since you were six and wouldn’t know what to say to them even if you did meet up.

Dependent on how much you reveal, readers of your blog have a chance to become real friends, whether this is in real life or just online, even more so because they have a massive start over someone you could randomly be introduced to by a friend of a friend or have added on FB. They know, they get it, they understand, and they blog about all that crap too.

Maybe I’m protesting too much the case of blogging, but if I get asked one more time if meeting up was a fellow blogger (and now friend) was a ‘date’ i’m going to scream.

Loud.

Kx

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