The other day Brandon heard me talking to myself… or so he thought. I was really just chatting on my Instagram story to all of my friends. After filming myself curl my hair (because I know everyone wants to see how I do it), I popped on live to ask if anyone wears a tank top under their sweaters (because I had to know). Brandon chuckled, “You should write a blog post called, “To all my friends I’ve never met” and let them know you actually care what they think. And so… that’s exactly what I decided to do.
Dear Internet Friends…
I just want to start off by saying THANK YOU for being you. If it weren’t for you, I would have no one to stalk when I should be sleeping/eating/living life. No but for serious, there are so many of you that I actually talk to (through DM) on a daily basis. We talk so much I reference you in conversations with real people. This social media relationship we have feels authentic, like a genuine friendship, even if its really not.
I want to let you know, it’s okay if you talk about me to your husbands/moms/kids/postman too. My whole family knows you… whether you’re “My friend from ______ who has a daughter born the same month as Annabelle” or “My friend from some place in the South with a really cool kitchen that makes that really awesome pasta I copied for dinner one night,” I’ve talked about you in a capacity that might lead one to believe we are real life friends. You know who you are… we chat frequently on Instagram, pretend we are drinking wine or champs together, and on more than one occasion wish we were neighbors.
My life is so much more enjoyable at times because of you – my sweet Internet Friends. On no-good-very-bad-days, I can find you sharing funny memes or tiny hand videos. On nights where I can’t think of what to make for dinner, I can ask you for a fun recipe. When I have a weird zit on my forehead, it’s YOU who tells me how to get rid of it. Internet Friends – you’re like Google Search but REAL people with insight, experiences to share, and endless answers.
Society gives Internet Friends a bad rap. Not everyone you meet online is a 65 year old creepy man pretending to be a 32 year old bathing suit model.
You have yet to catfish me, so I trust you’re real. Please don’t ever let me down.
I’m going to get serious here for a second… there are times when I have felt truly alone in this world and as if no one understands my anxiety/stress. I contemplate whether or not I should reach out to YOU my Internet Friends because I fear your silence. You have yet to disappoint me. Someone is always able to relate and for that, I’m truly appreciative of your existence.