So, hallo Internet. This is me. How’re you?
*Cue incredibly awkward social situation, the kind where I inevitably crash and burn; but without canapés. Or wine.*
Okay, that sounds a little disingenuous. Internet, I know you, of course I do and more than just casually. Time to ‘fess up: I am an inveterate lurker. I lurk on blogs where I admire the writing madly and yet hardly ever comment. I lurk on newspaper sites where the comments enrage and inflame me and do I add to the debate? No I never do. I even occasionally lurk on Twitter, despite not having so much as an account. I lurk, I read, I consume – and I never give anything back.
Not quite true. I have tried blogging a couple of times, but in an astonishingly disjointed, craptastic way – never linking to ANYONE, least of all the blogs I actually read. Can we say self sabotaging?
So what has changed, Internet? Why should you believe that I really mean it this time? I think some things are altering in my little corner of the world. People are leaving - London, or the UK or the whole business of being alive. Everything feels in flux, uncertain. I am so lucky to have a family as exuberant and mad as a nest of puppies, a musicologist who mostly Gets It and an indominatable 2.6 year old with no appreciation of boundaries. And yet sometimes I feel very alone and I think that is largely my own fault. So this is me pushing myself forward (anonymously! Ha!) and trying to join in and just stop bloody lurking.
Hallo Internet. This is me. How’re you?
