5.09.2008

Lady Catherine's Guide to Internet Relationships


Realizing that it has been five years since high school graduation, a friend of mine recently brought up the idea of reunions. Upon this note, I gagged slightly and then additionally vocally (and emphatically) expressed my extreme disinterest in attending said event. My reasoning rolled over sordid words that somewhat stated, “High school was wack, and I don’t miss it in any way, at all…yet.” The “yet” added with hesitation and overwhelming suspicion that it was unnecessary entirely, but still mentioned in case of future fictitious and fond memories. A pity “yet”, it could be called.

Additionally, why fly across the country to nostalgically convene and catch up? After all, I go to my high school reunion every single day on Facebook.

This led me to ponder the growing complications of modern relationships and web-based friendships.


While most people are familiar with proper methods of socialization and acceptable means of behavior in face-to-face encounters, how do we build and maintain relationships via the web? ( Those with normal interpersonal skills do not include the attractive hipster I’ve been glancing back and forth with constantly for the last two hours, while sipping cold coffee, only to now notice his left ring finger is heavy with golden glam…gag. )

So this reunion thing. I really did enjoy high school, and I honestly do care about my Facebook and Myspace friends, even though I will never see many of them ever again. Also, we haven’t spoken or written or thought about each other in years. Additionally, we may perhaps have nothing in common anymore. Well, except a few shared drunken or awkward situations hidden in the past.

Regardless of this growing distinction and distance, or maybe because of it, I remain fascinated by these now strangers, their publicized life decisions, and incredible evolutions of character. It is as if I’m watching a film slowly unfold, over years, on and on into eternity, with a constantly changing, incredibly dynamic cast. Only, I used to play a part in the story, can still step in at will, but am for now and in most cases, outside of view, enjoying the creative liberties of a voyeur.

Following are a few simple rules to guide us as we fumble through the newest form of fraternizing.

1. Be Real
It is easy to become way cooler than you actually are when all it involves is listing a few activities that you may have participated in…once, that time, way back when. Yeah, you claim traveling as a hobby, but you haven’t ventured outside of your state in years, your band was lame and broke up when we were freshman, and you haven’t run in seven months. Fess up. Writing statements on multiple, public sites don’t make them any more true.

2. Be Consistent
While I respect the position of only maintaining actual, real life, “you can count on me friendships” on the web, I do believe that you should decide from the onset what approach to take. I’ve known people to reject any individual they don’t hang out with on a weekly basis. Or worse, brag that they’ve “never requested a friendship” as if that makes them more interesting or awesome than us. Actually, it just makes you lame. Still there are others who have an obsession of gaining several thousand friends as soon as possible, throwing discretion out the window and attacking their “friends” goal with greater passion than they display in all the rest of their “interests” and “activities” combined.

Despite apparent achievement, let me assure you that it is entirely impossible to know that number of people, let alone actually care about that many individuals. I prefer (and would advise you) to take a stand somewhere in between the two extremes. Additionally, as a personal rule, even though I may delete you from my life, I will never delete you from Facebook or Myspace. I mean I have standards, but I’m not the ice queen. So that is my promise.

3. Take it Easy, Tiger
Many people find sites like Facebook and Myspace to be ridiculous or overwhelming and are quick to criticize. Really, these web-based social networks can be incredible tools of communication if used for exactly what they are: social networks. They are not: diaries, or Christmas cards, or wish lists.

One of my good friends complained that such sites seem to only make his life needlessly more confusing. He explained the overwhelming stress in rating his friends, searching for his 8 truly closest relationships, and completing such a tedious task with the devastating knowledge that a few months from now all will change. Once again he will be faced with laborious decisions and painful attempts to accurately, yet tactfully, order his friendships.

As individuals are swapped in and out of life, in and out of the top 8, we must remember that we live in the real world. Though Facebook and Myspace are fun and entertaining, they are merely representations of the present, which is the only place we can really operate. Don’t ever take web-based, modern relationships for granted and don’t take them for more than they are worth, but take them for simply what they are…and enjoy.

1 comments:

Rory said...

"Writing statements on multiple, public sites don’t make them any more true."

Yes it does.

It totally does.

I live a lie, Cate. And you know it. You know what a lie I live.

And, like Ms. Helderboobs, *I* define me. I use my site to define me. If they didn't crack down on it, I'd alter my own wikipedia entry to make myself sound infinitely more important than I am. I don't really need to exaggerate to make my life sound amazing, and to make myself sound fabulous, but with my prodigious creativity, I could make myself sound even fabulouser, and that's quite the challenge.

How do you take something that is, on a scale of 1 to 10, 1-bajillion on the Awesomeness Rating Index?

Yes: the only way to make me sound awesomer is to do it myself, but nobody else possesses sufficient awesomeness to do it.

See? If I write crap like that long enough, I'll totally start to believe it, and so will everybody else.

This is how I've gotten so many jobs for which I was wholly unqualified. The only job I didn't get was as an astronaut. I submitted letters to two (2) private space organizations, offering my services, but I didn't even get a response, which was, like, so uncool.

So it's not like it's totally out of control. If I got the astronaut job (either), then I might start to think some changes and ethical restructuring would be in order, but as it stands, I'm awesome, and it's because I say so.

"They are not: diaries, or Christmas cards, or wish lists."

Yeah, huh. I've been trying to figure out how to block bulletins from certain people on MySpace. I'm going nuts(er). There's this girl who sends out bulletins every time she has some stupid, petty, insignificant thought that, even from only the title of the bulletin, lowers my quality of life.

I don't want to boot her because, to put it your way, I'm not the ice-queen, but I'd really like to silence her.

Then there's my jackass neighbor up in Bellevue - the dude-bro I was telling you about. The real-estate agent who posts bulletins about girls with "big titties" and also invitations to Pay-per-View Ultimate Fighting Championship parties.

He's seen my place. We actually lived together for a while. You'd think he would have done the math and figured out from my extensive collection of fragrances, tight fancypants, and Audrey Hepburn paraphernalia that I'd rather poke my eye out with a bus than watch an Ultimate Fighting Championship thing. Especially with *him* and his friends.

They all eat that Super Weight-Gain Hardcore Extreme Lifting Protein and Fiber Powder. It's shaped their bodies into these unnatural, jiggly things. It looks like muscle, but it's all water-retention. It also adds weight to weird places. They all look like Cabbage Patch Kids wearing shades and constantly holding their hands up to their chests to indicate the size of the big-ass-titties they saw earlier in the day (or the week (or right there in front of them)). It's funny because the weight-gain powder has given them all their own titties.

I hate the word "titties." It has to be one of the most vulgar expressions in- never mind. I was gonna finish that sentence, but I looked out the window (at the cafe), and there was this hot girl in her car staring at me. I stared back because that's what you do. I didn't get a chance to see her titties, though I expect they were enormous. They were probably riding shotgun.

I have no idea what I'm talking about. I'm going to stop writing this comment before I use up all the space on the internet for my brilliant ramblings.