It is Friday, the first Friday of 2008.  This year is just like last year and the year before on my blog.  Fridays are for fun and they always will be.   I know the screen shot I have doesn’t look like much fun and it isn’t.  I just need some kind of a visual to be able to write.  I can’t write a word unless I have a picture to look at.  It doesn’t matter if the picture is related to the post or not.  Well at least not to me.

Back to the screen print, Plaxo Pulse another social network.  I think I belong to 18 of them.  I often sign up for social networks, create a profile and then forget that I was ever there, besides I lose the passwords.   I receive invites to two or three social networks a week.   A friend of mine, who isn’t really a friend, and we will get to that point later in the post, once threatened me by telling me that if I didn’t do what she said she would invite me to ten more social networks.  Think I did exactly what she said . . .

I thought I had a lot of friends, but the truth is, I really don’t, but I am not sure.   The note next to the friend category on  Plaxo Pulse, has me confused.  Many things confuse me because I think too much and thinking just isn’t good.  I digress, must be the picture, should have posted the picture of the swimming pool or of the teddy bear.   

By the Friend box it says: Your real life friends. (not your "social network friends")
Plaxo2 I have a couple of problems with the idea of  real friends, being different from "Social network friends".   The people who live inside my computer are very real to me.  They send me email, chat with me and throw sheep at me.  Some even have families and jobs and dogs and cats, think they all live in computers too but I have never had the courage to ask. 

Last week one of my "social network friends" made this special announcement:  "Have I told the world lately that I am secretly in love with Teresa Boardman. It’s true."  . . how much friendlier can a person get?

On the morning I lost my car keys, I sent a messages out on Twitter, and one of my friends, Got Bob?, immediatly sent me a link to my car keys.  The next morning the same "friend" asked what he could get for me when he went for bagels.  He never did send the link to the bagel but his intentions were the best.  I ended up eating cheerios. I would have had to eat them alone if not for my "social network freinds"

They are very real to me.  I know they live inside my computer but that works because I live in theirs too.  It would be hard to have a meaningful friendship any other way.  Besides, they have to be my real friends, because I am their friend too and I know I am real.  (I got so many suggestions about what to put after the word real)

I used to have friends that I could talk to in person,  go to dinner with, see and even pinch if  I wanted to, but that was in the old days before social networks.   I don’t have that any more.  My new friends may live in my computer but they are still real friends, except for the ones that don’t use their real names and those who throw things at me or threaten me with social network invites.  . . or maybe the people that forget to send me the link to the bagel when I am hungry are not the best friends but on the other hand finding a persons car keys is important, and I just don’t have time for a lot of best friends. 

Have a great weekend, don’t think too much and  don’t waste time going to open houses, look at some virtual tours, discuss them with your "social network friends".  When you find one you like send me an email and I’ll write up a contract and send it for your digital signature.  I am after all the friendly Realtor who lives inside computers every where.  A virtual social butterfly too. . . oh if you need to actually see the house first I can accommodate that too.


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19 Replies to “Friends?”

  1. OUCH. I have a problem with “real life friends” not including social network friends. I think Plaxo and I define “real” differently.

  2. Sarah – you are real to me too, and a friend. I had the same problem when I looked at the screen, hence the post. ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. Teresa – this is the funniest post I’ve read in awhile! I’m not sure you wrote it to be funny or not, but that’s how it hit me.

    Funny, but also reality these days, with all these social networks. And who has time for living outside the computer, huh? I have ‘real life friends’ from social networks, and they are as real as the ones I can touch and pinch here in town. Plaxo needs an update! Many of us live in others’ computers and they need to know that! ๐Ÿ˜‰

  4. Ann – yes my tongue is firmly planted in my cheek. I would agree Plaxo needs an update, but it is really a bit confusing. i think the word friend has been redefined.

  5. OMG that is too funny. I am not sure I am real…how do know if you are really real?

  6. Bob you have to be real. . . on the other hand, if you are not real then a whole lot of things would make more sense to me, like how you find car keys and stuff. ๐Ÿ™‚ Pinch your self and see what happends.

  7. The fact that you “live in their’s too” is truly frightening to me!

  8. Patient Buyer says:

    Is it just me or does Plaxo sound like a medication?

    “Feeling antisocial; have trouble making friends? Ask your doctor about Plaxo, the Blue Pill. Plaxo’s inhibition inhibiters go to work on the part of your brain that resists social and emotional bonding to other humans. For a less lonely, less meaningless existence, ask your doctor.

    (Side effects may include dizziness, fast talking, hyperactive clingy behavior, and sudden fear of abandonment. If you experience any of these symptoms, or if you become romantically interested in furniture or inanimate objects, discontinue Plaxo immediately.)

  9. PB _ hope you don’t mind if I call you PB? You are very funny and the second person today to comment on my medication or lack there of:
    Mr. Luther seems to think that I took the red pill and will discover the world outside of the matrix. Not sure if I am ready to go back. ๐Ÿ™‚

  10. Glad we’re friends – real, virtual or otherwise ๐Ÿ˜‰

  11. As you, I am living inside computer and am I real? So are we friends?
    Sometime we got a trouble to confuse some relative in social and network. Ya, your ideas are not wrong, but they are not perfect.
    However, I glad after reading this blog. And hoping about the friendship between you and me. Let visit my realsblog and sharing what you are thinking!

  12. OUCH!!! Damn it I am real

  13. I needed a laugh and you always provide one on Fridays. Thanks, friend! Bob, you okay?

  14. Paula – it is your invite up on the screen. had to take your name off becasue you really are a friend. ๐Ÿ™‚

  15. I sent the link to this post yesterday to my honey for him to read. Last night I was sitting with my computer on my lap, typing away, and he asked me if I was ‘visiting with my friends who live in my computer’. I cracked up laughing when he asked that, as I knew he had read your post and got it!

    Still funny to read again this morning!

    Glad to know Bob is real up there, even though he had to pinch himself to find that out…. ๐Ÿ˜‰

  16. OK you can stop talking about me now. I’ll go away and find another friend. I real friend who doesn’t blog.

  17. These judgemental websites never think about the flip side – the fact that (thank goodness) I am not a “real” stalker! I lurk around sometimes and read blog posts and watch funny people talk mean to each other for giggles. If I was a “real” stalker I would DEFINITELY have been arrested by now and would have to be your pen pal from the “real” pen!

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