June 1, 2000
Thoughts on a most remarkable event
Here I am, sitting in my little apartment in Mountain View, and I finally have some peace and quiet. Everyone has now gone back to wherever they came from, and now I can relax.
I don't want to, though.
They say that you don't know what you have until it's gone, and I'm finding that more and more true as I get older. In this case, after a get-together like the one this weekend (the last few stragglers from which just left), I realize just how many friends I have -- and just how far away they live.
Something like fifteen or twenty people came to the gathering, and I would trust the vast majority of them more than most of the people I know "in real life." That's a scary thought. These are people that I actually care about. People that I would drop everything to help if the need arose.
I see them maybe once a year. This is only the second time that I've met most of them. In spite of this, I feel like I've known them forever. These are some of my best friends.
To everyone that thinks of IRC as "just a game" or as "that chat thing where all the pedophiles hang out," all I've got for you is one big fat PFFFFFFFFFFT! The network certainly isn't what it used to be, and sure it's just for fun, but I've nevertheless found that it's a hell of a good way to meet some damn nice people.
Now if only I can figure out how to get them all to come back...
Published: June 1, 2000