I bet you thought I mean that eff word, eh?
F Is For Friendship!
I have been blessed by the internet. No, not because I sent a hundred thousand spams requesting money because I’m a Nigerian prince, or because I offered to provide an enlargement product, and not even to act as a marriage broker for offshore women. No, I’ve been blessed by the internet with some of the best friendships I’ve ever had.
The amazing thing about the world of the internet is how small it is. One of my friends lives in Israel, another in Plymouth, another in Hawaii, and even a couple in Toronto. This doesn’t even count the circle of friends here in the States that is the backbone of this very website, and who have built it with me from a tiny little blog on Blogger to what it is becoming. I’d say that “I can’t imagine life without the internet,” but that’s not true: I can, and I’d be very lonely. My friendships aren’t virtual, they’re very real and very precious.
What about you, Dear Reader? How has the internet changed your life?
And about that eff word: it was my first swear word.
When I was about two years old.
I used it in a telephone conversation with my very gentlemanly maternal grandfather. “How was the ocean?”
“Oh, Grandpa. It was wonderful. We collected sea glass, and shells, and played in the sand. But Grandpa. That water was so effing cold.”
Dead silence reigned for at least a whole minute. Tick. Tock.
And to the day she died, my mother never forgave my father for using that word in front of me. He, on the other hand, maintained it was the neighbor’s children.
Since it’s his favorite word too, I think I’m my father’s daughter, at least in this sense.