The Internet

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What's it like to be a normal person on the internet?
To break away from your goings-on and make the occasional comment?

To not like it as much as I do?

I distinctly remember my first computer.
I was well over 30.
And trapped.
And silent and zombiefied and submissive.
I remember pressing that button.
I remember feeling something new. Something BIG.
I didn't know what it was but I was as sure as my next breath that it was going to change my life.
I can still SEE it. A big swirl.
And it did. It changed everything.

It exposed me to the outside world.
People were there. Kind people.
And they had dreams. They were poetic.
It didn't compute.
Until it did.
One poem by one friend not even meant for or inspired by me reminded me of kindness and life and love and everything that didn't exist.
Until it did.

I'm not casual about the internet.