I love comments. I get more excited about them than I do likes or follows, because it means I provoked someone enough that they wanted to add to the conversation in some way. It’s bloggy bliss.
For someone that tends to avoid socialising, I gain an inequitable amount of enjoyment from interacting people via the internet. Always text-based, since voice or video… who has time for that, really?
It’s not as though I don’t enjoy socialising in person, but it’s a lot of effort, and my mind is always preoccupied with thoughts of “why are these people even listening to me, instead of telling me to go die and rot in a hole?”
At work, when someone leaves the company, they often send around an email providing everyone with their personal email address. I can’t recall once ever feeling like I should save the email to contact them in the future because they would want to hear from me. Waah, poor me. The same applied to people I went to school with – some would add me on facebook, but for the most part, I’d have no feeling that there were people I should be in contact with. I wasn’t the sort of person that stayed in contact with friends for years after school or uni. I’d make an effort for a while, but if I stopped, that was the last of it until Facebook.
With that little corner of the internet, suddenly I had people I hadn’t spoken to years connected to me. Wouldn’t you know it though? I rarely spoke to them there at all. The few times I attempted to talk to some, there’d be little to no response. Consistently so. So I started dropping people off. Occasionally they’d notice, and one guy thought it was because he’d been a jerk – but it really came down to life. If I saw this person on the street, did I expect that they’d stop to say hi, or that they’d even recognise me?
I actually get most interaction with other people from Twitter, but the interactions are always so short – and prone to misinterpreting.
Here and there make a nice change. I interact with people I generally don’t know, and more or less feel like they’re doing it because they want to. I know if I suddenly stopped having a presence in either space, it would go unnoticed. I’m a realist in that sense. Or pessimist, maybe. It does provide some source of joy, though – there’s quite a few people that I occassionally interact with on the internet that I’d love to talk about writing or games or movies or society or… lots, over a coffee or wine or whatever.
But hey, realist. Those things aren’t going to happen.
But we still have the comments and the tweets.