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A little while ago I told you that the Internet is my religion. And it is. I wrote a whole blog about it so it must be
true.
But let me tell you a little something
about real life.
Real life is where hugs happen. It’s where
hands can be held, faces can be squished and group huddles can be formed.
In real life last weekend I got to see
my dad and my mum. I got to cuddle with my mum and talk about life at 11pm and
have breakfast with her the next day. I got to encourage my dad to flush my
brother’s fish, Anakin, down the toilet, and encourage my mum not to buy a new
fish and try to pass it off as Anakin. In real life, my brother named his fish
Anakin, because in real life, my brother is a hero.
In real life I went on a roadtrip with
an old friend and a new friend. The old friend’s name is Tim, and the new
friend’s name is Beth. Beth and I met on the Internet a few months ago, but in
real life on the weekend, we got to meet with our faces. Once again proving
that the Internet is awesome, sure, but nothing quite beats real life. Tim and
Beth and I went to a place called the Macadamia Castle. It is a castle. It has a giant knight out the
front. It sells macadamias.
In real life we bought hats from a castle
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| Beth's hair is masquerading here as my beard |
In real life I went to Grafton, and drank
tea, and saw people I met in Newcastle, and drank tea, and met new people, and
drank tea, and got to meet most of my internet friends, and wished Alex a very
happy 21st, and talked and laughed and drank champagne. At the tea party I got
to meet people who I follow on tumblr, and twitter, and people who like the
same things I do, and people who are into things I don’t understand (like
Eurovision) and people who make me laugh and… people. Someone said, “it’s the
internet in real life!” – and they were right.
In real life I got to watch Muppet Treasure
Island with 20 other supposed adults, and lay on the floor in a big heap of
blankets and pillow pets and cuddles and was happy. I got to sleep on the floor
with the same 20 people and giggle hysterically at Charlie saying “now Lizzy,
don’t get any ideas” and zipping himself tightly into a sleeping bag. “If you
try anything my sleeping bag will protect me”.
In real life there was bacon. And more tea.
And quiet morning chats in the garden. And collaborative kaleidoscopes.
There was more roadtripping with Beth and
Tim and now with 100% more Noni. There was new music to discover, and old music
to sing along to, and harmonising with one of my favourite friends. There were
silly chats and serious discussions and introducing Noni to Queensland.
There was seeing Boyfriend again after 9
days of Boyfriendlessness. And Indian food. And late night drives with The
Hobbit audio book and chocolate.
But all of this is overshadowed by the
first point: in real life there are hugs, and the Internet, for all its glory,
will never be as good as hugs.
