I’m a fuckin’ weirdo.
I’m introverted, but I have an outlandishly humorous and giving personality around the right people (in itself a quality of inherently introverted people).
I’m not a girl or a boy.
I’m devastatingly balanced and yet coolly unbalanced.
I’m pickier than a motherfucker.
I’m loudmouthed and softspoken and crass and kind.
I’m a pottymouth, too. c;
I’m a million little things.
And it takes a lot for me to deem someone else worthy of sharing in all these stupid little facets of myself that have come to shape my semblance.
Once I’m friends with someone, I’m friends with them for a very, very long time – because, likely, it’s taken me a very, very long time to even decide to be friends with them.
With blogging, it’s different. There are people with similar interests, people with similar hobbies, maybe even people with similar personalities – that you click with, that you laugh with, that you share things with because that’s essentially what blogging is – sharing.
I’d like to think I have a few friends among them – but I hate making a fool of myself thinking I’m friends with someone who doesn’t care either way about me, you know?
So, here’s the question I wanna pose to y’all bloggers: At what point are fellow bloggers and other internet folk considered friends to you?
And, please, if we’re friends, inform me. It’s likely I’ve been wondering. :]