I would like to return to the town of the roses.
Where'd y'all go today? It's silent out there.
Mother says I need to spend less time on the internet. Read or something. While I admit my time on the internet is higher than most and usually when I'm on vacation, I do not need to be told this. 1.) I do other things. 2.) Exactly one of my friends is in town. 3.) I can't spend much time with said friend because she lives far away and I have to stay home and take care of Dad.
Plus, the reason she came up with me needing to spend less time on the internet: I sighed (or possibly cursed, I can't quite remember) about the Anonymeme and she asked why I was sighing. When I explained it, briefly, she sighed herself and then told me. Really, Mom? I'm upset because my friend is being attacked for no reason and that means I should spend less time on my computer? Really?
This is why I don't explain a lot to people.
I often write and sometimes read fanfiction, but many people basically think this is crazy--that I'm a weird geek, too obsessed with TV shows. Really, I like characters and it's an easy way to keep up on my writing even though I don't necessarily have my own story to write.
I have friends on the internet. I may not have met them, but I'm okay with the fact that I'd like to. I don't believe any of them are creepy 40-year-old pedophiles. Their problems and joys are just as important to me as those of friends from my town. At least to people other than my mom, if I say anything like, "You think it's cold? I have some friends who live in Arkansas and it's freezing there!", they just think it's people from school. But why should that be any more "normal" or "okay"?
There's one person in the world who knows almost everything about me. And she never judges and it's... exhilarating.
Sorry for the whining. Just wanted to get it out.
Mother says I need to spend less time on the internet. Read or something. While I admit my time on the internet is higher than most and usually when I'm on vacation, I do not need to be told this. 1.) I do other things. 2.) Exactly one of my friends is in town. 3.) I can't spend much time with said friend because she lives far away and I have to stay home and take care of Dad.
Plus, the reason she came up with me needing to spend less time on the internet: I sighed (or possibly cursed, I can't quite remember) about the Anonymeme and she asked why I was sighing. When I explained it, briefly, she sighed herself and then told me. Really, Mom? I'm upset because my friend is being attacked for no reason and that means I should spend less time on my computer? Really?
This is why I don't explain a lot to people.
I often write and sometimes read fanfiction, but many people basically think this is crazy--that I'm a weird geek, too obsessed with TV shows. Really, I like characters and it's an easy way to keep up on my writing even though I don't necessarily have my own story to write.
I have friends on the internet. I may not have met them, but I'm okay with the fact that I'd like to. I don't believe any of them are creepy 40-year-old pedophiles. Their problems and joys are just as important to me as those of friends from my town. At least to people other than my mom, if I say anything like, "You think it's cold? I have some friends who live in Arkansas and it's freezing there!", they just think it's people from school. But why should that be any more "normal" or "okay"?
There's one person in the world who knows almost everything about me. And she never judges and it's... exhilarating.
Sorry for the whining. Just wanted to get it out.