I am not posting a truth for today. I am going to post my own truth.
I have a love/hate relationship with the Internet.
I am mad for all the information at my fingertips and for the ability to find and keep up with people who are important to me. I have met dozens of people that I would never have met otherwise.
But I despise what it brings out in people.
We are taught that it’s not nice to discuss religion and politics, yet on the Internet we are emboldened to say anything we please because we are not within striking distance of our readers.
The Internet seems to make us feel that we have license to to speak without thinking, to write without editing, to fly off the handle, to behave recklessly. It is so impersonal, and yet it is so intensely personal.
An offhand remark from one is a swipe at another. It’s so easy to be passive-aggressive online, and then it’s easy to deny it. And then there’s evidence that you did it.
No one puts pen to paper anymore, save for my dear friend Jennifer, who routinely mails me nice notes on heavy, embossed stationery, and Andy, with whom I have an epistolary relationship.
We offend each other and make it worse by trying to apologize in an email rather than just picking up the phone and saying “I’m sorry, that was a rotten thing to say.”
I just don’t know about this whole Internet thing. I’m pretty sure it’s not going to go bust, though.