There are many “ouch” moments of recognition to be found in this essay about the internet being your real life.
We dated for about a year. By the time our relationship was coming to its very obvious conclusion, Josh complained about my addiction to the Internet, calling into question my friendship with other bloggers whose writing I enjoyed and admired. He became jealous of our constant IMs, even though the bloggers in question were primarily women (in fact, even the men I chatted with were presumably straight, and the concept of attraction did not cross my mind). He told me that my friendships with “people from the Internet” were baseless and trivial, that our relationships were only focused on our narcissistic desires for attention. “How do you think I knew how to get your interest?” Josh snapped at me during one of the major blow-outs that took place during the last week we were together. “I told you that I liked your blog.”
