Whenever I hear about another documentary or article bitching about how social media is destroying lives, and are we all just obsessive narcissists who want to be liked, and people online aren’t *real* friends, I want to make my own documentary.
It would be full of people talking about the first time they found other people like them, people they could really talk to and who understood. There would be so many clips of online friends meeting each other in person for the firsttime at airports and conventions, with all of the tears and laughter, and immediately hugging and talking like they’ve never been apart.
Online friendship is not screaming into the void waiting for someone to ‘like’ your post. It’s staying up until 3am talking over a messenger about books and movies, and music, or comforting your friend because they’re sad, and knowing they’d do the same for you. It’s group hugs at the train station when you finally get to meet in person and feeling like you’ve been doing this forever. It’s making art for someone because you want them to smile, even f they’ll never see it.
Online friendship is friendship, not some inferior form of it. And I am so sick of people who don’t get it being snide and trying to analyse it.
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#I love you all #there have been times when I kept hanging out offline with people I could barely stand #because they were my Token Meatspace Friends and I was using them as a shield against claims that I didn’t have any ~real~ friends #not fun #(plus you know autism) #(I *can* talk in voice but that doesn’t mean I *like* doing it) #that excuse for communication called speech
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