But I live in the
It was therefore with tremendous effort fueled by a small desire at achieving normalcy, that I purposefully accepted an invitation to meet fellow bloggers in the city. That was even as I quaked in my shoes at the prospect of meeting real people. But the meeting appealed to me because it had ends other than getting drunk on absurdly expensive buckets of beer. I was told that city groups of bloggers were all the rage in
I arrived early because I did not want to have to stare stupidly at restaurant patrons looking for people who looked like online avatars. So I sat there, every nerve in my body in tiny involuntary seizures either because of the endless cups of coffee I had consumed while waiting or because of the fear that people were coming.
The people who looked nothing like their creepy, cute or abstract avatars eventually came. The most surprising thing about them was that they were all accomplished techno-savvy professionals who had every right to scoff at my newbieness BUT (gasp) they did not bite! By virtue of some invisible force, I blurted some gibberish, succeeded at convincing them that I was amiable and became a part of a group.
I wonder if this makes me normal now.