Finding friends in a place least likely

It is amazing that people can find friends in places least likely. 

When I started blogging, I didn’t really know what to expect.  I mean, I hoped I will get readers, and I hoped my readers will appreciate my writing — or at the very least, learn something from me.  What I didn’t expect is that there will be some kind of relationship that will be formed between me and my readers, or me and the other bloggers whose works I follow.

I often say that modern technology has made the world smaller.  I even blogged about my long distance romance in the ’90s and how the presence of emails, ym and sms could have helped the relationship survive the distance.  Now, because of all these forms of communication, it is much, much easier to meet people from other parts of the world… from various continents, even.

The thing I love about following other people’s blogs is that more than the entertainment value that some may give, or the admiration for the blogger’s writing style and skill, basically, reading about their experiences reminds me of one’s humanity. People are the same everywhere.  Regardless of race or skin color, or continents where they are at, people go through the same experiences in life.  Okay, so maybe in varying degrees.  But parents from two different places may have the same struggles concerning their kids.  We may all have the same victories and joys, too.

It is a journey.  Life is a journey. And if there’s one good thing that this so called blog world had given me, it is the feeling that no matter what personal struggle I may be going through, or I have gone through, or may go through, there are other people out there who have experienced the same… who can offer some form of learning or support.  People who will unselfishly join me in my journey.  Simply because they have been there… and they just want to reach out and help. 

Last week’s bad encounter in cyberspace with some sicko may have been very disturbing.  Yes, there are disgusting people out there — in real world and cyberworld, alike.  But there are good people, too.  I have read so many words of support given to a blog “friend” of mine from people who are practically strangers… people  she probably has never met in person.  And that is something. 

One of the highest points in my blogging experience was when a writer (a real book author) made a comment in one of my posts.  I was thrilled.  In fact, I was ecstatic. My first thought was, “Wow.  She is a real author.  And I am just a fan!  I have read about four of her books!! And she’s commenting on my blog post!!!”  It was pretty surreal. 

Then I realized that she is human, too.  Author, or not, she experiences the same emotions that I do.  In fact, she posted a comment because she was so thrilled to find out that I have been reading her books.  She is just like any ordinary human being, capable of feeling joy and excitement, as well as sadness and grief.  She reaches out to people with her works, and she reached out to me by showing gratitude and appreciation.

There still are good people.  One can find friends in places they don’t expect.  Even in cyber world…. even in blogworld.  Maybe I should say, most especially in blogworld.

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it's a small world after all...

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5 thoughts on “Finding friends in a place least likely

  1. There are many disturbing people out there for sure. Thinking about it, the technology we have today would have made certain relationships easier. You are right about that. I have only been blogging a short time but have met quite a few very nice people. great post. thanks for sharing.

    • yeah, i have met some really awesome people in blog world, too. and it’s nice.
      stop me before i start singing, “It’s a small world after all…” oh my! 🙂
      thanks for visiting my blog!

  2. This post made me think of a scene from The Last Station, where a young writer is talking to Leo Tolstoy. Tolstoy sits down with the young man and starts to ask him very specific questions about his work, then tells him he was impressed with his writing. The young man becomes so overwhelmed by the compliment, he can’t speak, and his eyes fill with tears. What an amazing thing to sit with someone you admire so much. I wonder what I’d do if Faulkner walked in the room. I’d fall to pieces.

    I think you’re right: There are good people in the world. I prefer to think that everyone has a thread of good in them; some people just need more help than others to tap into it.

    Lovely, as usual. Well done.

  3. I know exactly what you mean. It has made the world smaller and it also helps, when watching all the bad news on tv these days, to see the awesome people from all over.
    I learned today on my post just how alike we all really are!

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