Spontaneous Musings

I've got no answers. This is what I tell everyone I know. I've just got words. Sometimes I direct those words to someone and then to no one in particular. I understand what you're saying about the flist. I have the smae feelings. Well over half of my flist is from a posting board. I have met some of the people through that board. A handful of the people live and work in the same city as I do. I've attended a couple of dinners and a lunch. Those only happened because they were near enough and more or less doable in my terms. My definition of friends is really narrow. I have way more acquaintances than I do friends. The internet is a funny thing. It's a funny filter or way of thinking. For me, I am me through and through. Meaning how I talk and think, it's right there on the screen. But I do see examples all around me of people I know and think "that's not how they really talk". Anyway, this meandering and neverending paragraph is brought to you be me saying I get what you mean when you say (in a very boiled down version) these people are essentially strangers. I think it all the time. But then someone will inevitably say or do something for me that makes me realize, "Hey, this person sees me as a friend! A real friend."