Yeah, basically no one I know IRL gives a single shit about any of my creative projects. If I couldn’t share them online, I doubt I would have any motive to continue making them.
The internet has been absolutely transformative for weird, disabled, chronically ill, queer, and unusual people. Before this you were lucky if you had a group of friends to talk to about your interests, or anyone in your immediate area who could relate to your problems. Now you can talk to millions of people who understand what you’re going through, who can share ideas and solutions, who can commiserate with your pain.
This sounds like it was written in 2003. In 2022, in my experience, it’s just as difficult to make friends online as it is anywhere else. No one here is my friend, for example. We just post in the same space. When I used to post on Reddit, which I did for years and years, no one there was my friend either. I check a few of those boxes but communities online are so bloated with hundreds, thousands of people, that it often doesn’t feel like there’s room for another weird, disabled, chronically ill, queer, and/or unusual person. The most you get - if you’re lucky - is a positive reaction to something you post, maybe some commiseration that someone out there feels the same way, as you said. But then that interaction finishes, that person goes away.
My closest friends are online so I will not be laying next to a creek because I am also widly allergic to most things that are outside
Yeah, basically no one I know IRL gives a single shit about any of my creative projects. If I couldn’t share them online, I doubt I would have any motive to continue making them.
The internet has been absolutely transformative for weird, disabled, chronically ill, queer, and unusual people. Before this you were lucky if you had a group of friends to talk to about your interests, or anyone in your immediate area who could relate to your problems. Now you can talk to millions of people who understand what you’re going through, who can share ideas and solutions, who can commiserate with your pain.
This sounds like it was written in 2003. In 2022, in my experience, it’s just as difficult to make friends online as it is anywhere else. No one here is my friend, for example. We just post in the same space. When I used to post on Reddit, which I did for years and years, no one there was my friend either. I check a few of those boxes but communities online are so bloated with hundreds, thousands of people, that it often doesn’t feel like there’s room for another weird, disabled, chronically ill, queer, and/or unusual person. The most you get - if you’re lucky - is a positive reaction to something you post, maybe some commiseration that someone out there feels the same way, as you said. But then that interaction finishes, that person goes away.