so something pretty bizarre happened and im gonna write a bunch of words about it

The internet is amazing because it allows near-instant communication around the globe and access to just about anything you would want to find ever and a whole lot you wouldn't ever want to find. Having said that, me and all of my friends were incredibly interested in the value of the internet when we were about nine years old for a different reason - because it allowed you to be virtually (heh) anonymous. This opens up a world of opportunity for a kid that age, who is beginning to develop intellectually but really still isn't taken seriously by the people around him yet. Everyone seemed to think that we were trying to sneak peeks at the abundance of porn on the internet, but as a nine year old that sort of thing was nothing short of terrifying for us.

The real first internet generation is in their thirties now, and they were busy playing with dot com booms and the business end of it back then [and sending money to Somalia's rightful prince -Kelley]. My group was confined almost exclusively to America On-Line chatrooms. As a little kid, theres nothing more empowering than having a "room" full of people believing that you're some gorgeous 16-year old (which was a pretty standard age for us to claim for whatever reason) and fighting over you. Between me and my small group of friends, we created a slew of different accounts and different personas for each - we would find strangers and have them meet 20 or so people, all of which turned out to be the same five little giggling assholes. Frustrated, they would turn to another one of their e-buds to complain, only to have them respond with the words "poopy booger butt" about a thousand times or so.

We were older than we were (sometimes much older than we were), we were millionaires, we were criminals, we were girls, we were foreigners. If anybody called us out on anything, we were on the internet and could look up a bullshit answer in seconds. No, it didn't always work, and more often than not the beautiful 15-year-old girl would turn out to be another nine-year old girl, and the conversation would end there because the fun wasn't there for either party anymore.

Since then, my age group has done a complete turnaround and now most people seem to be spending their time actually trying to create a singular e-identity for themselves. Myspace, Facebook, Youtube are all ways that they do this. Hell, this blogspot isn't a bad example either.

A couple months ago, a good friend of mine started talking to a girl from the internet. They were both flirty - and, more importantly - bored. He showed me some pictures, he thought she was cute and even though he realized that these sort of things rarely work out he didn't mind the attention. Somewhere along the line, they ended up calling one another and were talking on the phone for some time. I remember at one point she had racked up so many minutes on her phone plan that she couldn't use it at all for a while.

Anyway, I don't know the entire story, but my buddy ended up developing some serious feelings for this girl. She seemed to be on the same page, but one day she told him that she didn't wanna talk to him anymore. He asked why and she gave a vague answer about how the distance was too much.

He wasn't satisfied, and started passively snooping around google. On some level, he knew he wasn't getting the entire story, and wanted to know what had happened.

My buddy is a tenacious guy. We're both pretty stubborn (or willful, if you're feeling generous), but he is one of those people that must know all there is to know about something once they become invested in it. These sorts of people get branded as either obsessive or passionate, depending on how successful they are.

Luckily for my friend, he found his answer. He found her "real" myspace, and all the pictures she'd shown him were totally fake. The "real" girl wasn't horribly deformed, wasn't a guy, wasn't a serial murderer or anything like that, but she wasn't who she said she was. He was absolutely livid for a while before he really processed it and could look back on the whole situation.

Unexpectedly, she sent me a message when she found out he'd figured her out. Here it is!

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Hey, I just wanted to apologize to you. I know that we didn't talk or anything, but you didn't deserve to be deceived any more than he did.


K*****

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I was impressed, and it seemed to me like she was genuinely sorry. I wrote her a surprisingly long response (largely because I had already decided I wanted to write something about the incident and I was trying to form my thoughts into something coherent), but the jist of my message was that she didn't need to be sorry to me, but she should be sorry if she was trying to mess with one of my best buds. I asked if she was doing alright, and told her that people make mistakes, but what she did was pretty messed up and I hoped it was an accident. She sent me another message back, and here that one is! It's long, so I'm editing out parts (I'll put in ellipsis), but all the words are hers.

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Hi.

You're mostly right about what happened, I honestly didn't mean for things to get as serious as they did. It wasn't a "joke", I wasn't just trying to fuck with someone.

I do this because I'm lonely and unhappy, and bored (which is no excuse, I'm just explaining) but I wasn't just playing with him. I tried to stop it... I knew that I had really screwed up, and I wanted to stop it before it got worse.

I'm alright, yeah, thanks. I just need to find something better to do with my time. You asking if I'm alright-- I don't know how much I should get into with it, but. I'm just like, stuck in this little town with the same people I've been around since we were sticking glue sticks up our noses, and I just, can't wait to move and meet new people. I dislike a ton of things about myself and I just do this to pass the time and feel... liked. Even if it isn't honest, I still get that feeling that I think I need.

K*****

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I didn't respond to this one and don't plan on doing so. She's got some issues - we all do - but she seems to be going about it in all the wrong ways. I don't wanna get involved. My buddy is still pissed and I don't blame him.

My friends and I messed with people for the sake of messing with them. While it wasn't cruel, it was mischevious and we were intentionally being dishonest. But somehow, this seems worse even though she wasn't trying to hurt anyone. The whole situation brings up interesting questions though - what if it had been some guy? We'd have probably been more mad about it, but is there really any difference? Would we have been more understanding if she was disfigured or something? And, most importantly, is it possible to have feelings for a person that doesn't exist?

eugh im sick and my gums are lookin kinda discolored

im pretty sick and tryin to write an essay and this nyquil really is pretty strong cuz i just looked up at the screen and saw this

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lmao i just found this

I hate you all. My name is Bill, Bill B********. I wish all of you would leave Your Mom, I made it therefore I can kick you all out. You are all gay but not nearly as gay as I am. I seriously think that I might be the gayest homosexual queer in the history of mankind. I thought you might all want to know that. Oh well, now it's time for me to go off and play pokemon, masterbate, and then fall asleep. Go to hell.

runnin around robbin banks all whacked on the scooby snacks

preston: whats that song
preston: spinning around while the blacks all whack and the super slack
preston: soemthig like that



im pretty proud of knowing what he was talking about

look what i found

my car RULES

look at this lil bitch

tropewhat: Bitch Boy
booyad: wut
tropewhat: u a Bitch
booyad: u fuckin dead
tropewhat: wut u gonna do
booyad: break in your teeth
tropewhat: do somethin
tropewhat: u a BItch
booyad: u best not run into me
tropewhat: y not cuz ull Bitch Out on me
booyad: u best stop runnin yo shit
tropewhat: lets take it to the court then
tropewhat: 1v1 sky lounge
booyad: u backed out yesterday
tropewhat: or are u too much of a Bitch
booyad: dont further it bitch
tropewhat: if u scared of 1v1in me just say ure too scared to 1v1 me
booyad: u kno im at work
booyad: u wont challenge me unless u kno
tropewhat: lmao
booyad: punk bitch
booyad is idle at 11:48:18 AM.
booyad is no longer idle at 11:48:21 AM.
booyad: na

Auto response from tropewhat: i whipped off my pants like i was in the nba

booyad: cuz u wouldnt ever need to rip em off
booyad: cuz ud be a bench ridin bitch
booyad: just like in fsb
booyad signed off at 12:13:21 PM.
booyad signed on at 12:29:31 PM.
booyad: well well well

Auto response from tropewhat: i whipped off my pants like i was in the nba

booyad: i get home from work and u punked out like a bitch