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Complaining About The Internet, On The Internet

There's part of me that longs for the days of "old".  Where if I wanted to talk to a friend, I rode my bike over the their friend and we would go somewhere or play some video games.  If you wanted to talk to someone you either had to call them on a landline or write them a letter.

It's true that life is so much easier with keeping up with people.  Just go on to Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, etc. and you'll know basically everything about how someone's day went.  You don't even have to interact with the person to know everything about someone anymore.

Is this a good thing?  To most people it probably is.  Our lives are a lot busier now, especially for those of us who were kids to adults as this stuff was becoming more of a thing.  But I feel for at least me that I've lost or never gained social skills that would have helped me.

I'm horrible at going out and meeting people.  If I don't meet them at work, chances are I'll never get to know them.  If been in conversations with people waiting in line at a concert or while looking for something at a grocery store, but it was never me that started that conversation.

This was always a problem for me.  Once I graduated I basically just stayed home all the time unless I was going to class.  I never lived in a dorm.  I just stayed home.  I made friends with people online by playing Call of Duty, but I haven't met a single one of them in person, and some of them I've known for 12 years. 

So maybe I shouldn't be complaining about the internet.  Maybe the internet is really the only reason people still know I exist when I'm not at work.  I'd also would have had to find a different career, which took me long enough to find as it was.  But I still wish things were a little more personal than they are.

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