You never get famous about what you expect. That’s the whole joke about it, that you have no idea what is going to set people off so you go viral and shit. It’s always unexpected, it’s always in the moment, you did some nice work and you were in the right place at the right time.
And, that’s good! Maybe you get some writing contract out of it, maybe you meet some excellent people. Maybe you find new friends. Maybe they last.
But you never really expected it, did you? You just got up on your hind legs and Interneted and by golly, people liked you, they really liked you!
I love this shit. I love watching it happen. I heart everyone involved.
I also love how unpredictable it is. You really can’t just plot to become a viral blogger on the Internets. What you have to do is put yourself out there, throw your warts upon the water, let it burn.
I don’t fundamentally trust the Internet, but it has some good things going for it. Maps. The thing where you can ask questions and get sensible answers. Email. Buy and sell. Plant and animal identification groups. Amazon Prime!
Yes, many fine things that allow us to avoid addressing each other in the physical world. There is likely no end to it.
But sometimes, when I have been Interneting all night, and the birds that are still left are gossiping raucously in the trees outside my window, I think, just for a moment, before I sleep, what it might be like to have another person here. That’s about all I can imagine anymore. More than one other person is beyond my comprehension.
But just one, one other human? What would that be like?
Would we make sounds with our mouths? Would we type on each other? How would we do this? How quickly? How hard and how soft?
What would I do with the door? Could the other human pass it? Would we agree on food, on water, on anything?
Likely not. Sorry, Other Human. It’s just too hard, remembering what to do with you, remembering how it was, back before we had all this communication.