The internet sucks

It's only been over the last 3 years that the Internet has so invaded my life and become such a huge part of how I socialise with my friends. If it wasn't for the Internet I wouldn't have met Tony. Even though he was at Matt's party I doubt I would have said bo to him.

I've found it fascinating to basically watch the relationship between Kirstie and Adam unfold. I feel honoured to be privy to such personal blogs. Despite the cryptic nature of some, we still all know what's going on. But that's the good stuff.

So where does the Internet suck I hear you ask. Well today Sophie (my ex's little sister) posted some pictures on facebook of Lauren's birthday. Lauren is Tim's' new' girlfriend. So even though I don't care, and even though I have no feelings for Tim anymore it was really hard to see pictures of him cosied up to this unknown girl, an unknown face. Sitting at a table with people I have known for years through Tim. The more disturbing part of that is that she looks a bit like me!

It's one of those 'traffic accident' type moments. You know you shouldn't look, you don't want to look but you can't help yourself, you look! And not just once, you stare, horror struck, all kind of things going through your mind.

These types of twitter sites bring so much of our lives to the wider community. There we are our souls bared, our lives on display for all to see. Why else would we start an account. Maybe it's a bit like our 15 minutes of fame?

A few months back I got a heart felt e-mail from Tim who had read my blog. I am sure it was the same thing for him. He got to read all about Tony, and I'm sure it conjured up some not very nice feelings for him. He obviously needed to pour out what he felt somewhere, but the email he sent me was quite obviously very tame in comparison to how I am sure he really felt.

So the Internet is a magical thing, and it sucks, it not only dredges up long lost beautiful memories with childhood friends who find you on facebook after 21 years, but past hurts and things best left forgotten. They say time heals all hurts, but not if you keep picking the scab.