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// September 5th, 2008 // Internet, Me, NaBloPoMo

I had this long, half-finished blog post about the internet – because it seems I’m good at ranting about it – that I was meaning to finish for today, but then I realised the time. It’s already 11pm, AARGH! Due to not wanting to fail NaBloPoMo on the 5th day (it took me a whole three weeks last year for me to realise that I wasn’t going to finish my NaNoWriMo novel in time!), I thought today’s post would state something obvious:

My online friends are all amazing. Probably even better than my ‘real’ friends, who I’ve realised don’t really give a shit either way. >.<

One of the key things that triggered this post was Yellow Umbrella Day.

Last year, when I did Yellow Umbrella Day, there was no option to raise money online. Looking for sponsors was like trying to get blood out of a stone. Now, I won’t lie to you. I’m not very popular extremely unpopular at my school full of chavs and wannabe ‘gangstas’, so I knew I wasn’t going to get any money out of them, charity or otherwise.

What did surprise me was various ‘friends’ of mine asking me questions about why I was doing it, not believing me when I told them it was for charity, and telling me to keep the money when people DID sponsor me. Oh, and I musn’t forget about the constant crap they were giving me about my failure when it comes to P.E. I already know that I’m rubbish at it, thank you very much. I don’t need others telling me what I can and cannot do. The most annoying part about the constant jibes were the fact that they were thinly disguised as jokes, and my so-called ‘friends’ could not see that I wasn’t laughing. I wasn’t asking for just money, I was asking for their support. Obviously, I did not get it.

This year, Yellow Umbrella Day gave us an option to raise money online, which I quickly took up. Within the space of 24 hours, I’ve managed to raise ¬¨¬£50 for my charities (thank you Caledonia, Twix, LL, Lizziefrog and Coyote Pace!) and I’m already halfway towards achieving my ¬¨¬£100 target… SQUEE!

Thankfully, I got no twatty comments from my ‘friends’ this year, with some saying they’ll come along, and some even saying they’ll donate. I don’t want to sound like an arrogant prick, but we seem to be maturing at different rates. Perhaps being an only child has led me to grow up fast, but I’m more mature than some of my ‘friends’ will ever be, and this leads me to think that I’d rather be friendless in real life rather than be surrounded by a group of people who are just so, so… childish. There’s really no other way of putting it.

I’ve met some of my closest friends through a computer, and they’re the nicest people I know. Why can’t I get that in real life?