Ummm, well,
Hello *taps on microphone* Is this thing on? You might be thinking. .
"wait this isn't actually our normal amazing author!? Who is this
deviously charming but ugly imposer? Have you kidnapped our usual author for
use in your dastardly plans to take over the southern hemisphere?!"
The answers to your questions are: “Yes”, “Explained later”,
and “Absolutely”.
Well 'ello, My name is *Actual name blocked for due to US
gov shutdown* But you can call me Scooper. See me, and the author of this blog, are good
friends (at least I hope so, but after this post we shall see ) But the thing is, me and author have only actually had three conversations in
real life. In fact, the first time I had the pleasure of conversing with that
wonderful creature, I killed her.
Let’s face it, she had it coming.
The other two conversations regarded her relationship with
an empty fireplace (and a full head), and why she was not participating in
rhythmic body movements in a crowded room full of absolutely crazy people all
dancing (or at least that's what I hope it was) to the Black Keys's song,
lonely boy. All in all, not many of those conversations lasted more than a
couple sentences.
But somehow, she is one the closest human beings I have the
pleasure of calling friend.
"Hold up, hold up" you’re thinking, "how on
earth did this crazy manic weirdo stalker who is clearly fanaticizing on a made
up relationship with our amazing author, hack onto this blog to post this
creepy obsession" Now , now, dear reader. First, I deny being a stalker.
Also I do think I have good reason to pretend to be a good friend to the
author. And that reason is the internet.
See, me and the author have been chatting using Facebook
primary, sometimes Skype too, (not as often as I would have liked) for little
over a year now. We have seen each other
though some of the worst ups and downs in that short period. I have been with
her during her minor missteps, and she has been with me though my many, many,
many emotional hissy fits. Then promptly slapped me out of some of them, and
cheered me up though the rest. We know
each other well, (sometimes I think too well) and have a very good grasp of
each other's weak points and (in my case) more weak points. And that's amazing.
Think about it, we are so amazing that we can have deep,
meaningful relationships with people thousands of miles away, that, instantly,
we can communicate and talk to these people. I talk to the author nearly every
day, it's an odd day when we don't converse. She has become an necessary part of my day, and one of my dearest of
friends. It really makes me wonder about what is the basis of friendship? It
can't be presence, it's not hugs (as nice as they are), I suspect it's not even
words, but connection. What an amazing
and wonderful world we live in. Aren't we blessed, it blows my mind.
It's amazing then, that friendship, deep meaningful,
friendship can come from pixels?
And isn't it Ironic, that one of the closest friends I have,
lives that farthermost from me?
the always annoying
but hopefully entertaining,
Scooper.
Hello everyone, normal author back here! Just want to pop in with my thanksgiving point for today, which is precisely that which Scooper is talking about. For the friendships that the internet enables us to have, most particular this friendship. I have been very blessed through this friendship and am grateful God provided the internet that has enabled it to happen.
So, with Christmas on the 34th day from now, I give thanks for friendship and the care that God takes of me through them.
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