My workday today included 3 social obligations, and they demonstrate how porous the boundary has become between the social media world and the real one, and how naturally younger people (and I’m generously defining “younger” to include myself) move from one to the other. Consider:
I had lunch with a friend (I’ll call him “Charlemagne,” primarily because that will make him laugh when he reads this) whom I met on IRC in 1994. I did shortly thereafter meet him in real life, but over the past 15 years the overwhelming majority of our contact has been online (these days, usually via instant messenger and Facebook). In a typical 60-day period I’ll talk to him online every other day and maybe see him once.
Then I had coffee with a woman I’ll call “Cleopatra,” whom I was meeting for the first time. (There was a professional context for the meeting.) I brought along “Napoleon,” a coworker of mine whom I knew on Twitter and Facebook for a year before I met him in person.
(By way of backstory, Cleopatra and I were introduced in email by a woman — I’ll call her “Victoria” — whom I initially met after she tweeted about me behind my back and a dozen people brought the tweet to my attention. I did later meet Victoria in person, once, for two minutes in a hallway; but I’ve exchanged dozens of tweets and emails with her — and because she works in social media for an organization I support, I see evidence of her online activity constantly.)
Finally, I had dinner with my friends “William” and his wife “Mary” (not their real names). I was introduced to William online by my friend “Hatshepsut” (not her real name), whom I did know personally, years ago, but whom I last saw in real life in 2005. I see her online every day. I’ve talked to William online at least weekly for almost a year, but have only talked to him on the phone once, and never met him until tonight. William and Mary and I made special advance plans to meet for dinner while they were here visiting New York, and we had a blast.
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If there’s any evidence here that participating actively in social media impairs a person’s ability to negotiate real-world social relationships, explain to me what it is. Maybe I’m atypical — but I don’t think I am. That canard that the Internet is a place for social misfits to hide out is dead, dead, dead.
(Also, can you tell I’m in the mood to play Civilization IV?)