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She keeps telling me that she’s scared for me, and that I have problems and that I should see a psychiatrist because she’s afraid I’m addicted to the internet.

Now, I won’t say I’m not online a lot, because I am, but I don’t think I have all of the qualities that put me under the category…

An excellent point, Cornell, I have to agree with you there, but that still doesn’t help get my mom to see eye to eye with me. And I still don’t get why internet friends aren’t real. I guess it’s one of those things that can’t be helped. She, and thousands of other people her age, are still living in their generation.

Who knows, maybe one day we’ll depend on the internet like we depend on electricity. Plenty of people already do. It’s only a matter of time. 

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She keeps telling me that she’s scared for me, and that I have problems and that I should see a psychiatrist because she’s afraid I’m addicted to the internet.

Now, I won’t say I’m not online a lot, because I am, but I don’t think I have all of the qualities that put me under the category “addicted and needs help.”

I don’t go out of my way to avoid social contact in favor of the internet. I don’t just talk to these few people that I only know from the internet and try to go and meet them because I have no one else. I actually keep in contact with my friends that I see everyday in school, both online and over the phone and in person. I still make plans and go out. I have other priorities other than my blog, such as dance and my future writing career.

So I honestly don’t think I’m in dire need of psychiatric help. And I can easily argue and disprove my mom all I like, but here’s the problem I have with her argument.

She constantly tells me that the internet “isn’t real.” She tells me it’s a fake universe with fake people. And she means this literally. Now, when she says this, I automatically think of one of those online games where everybody has an avatar and they basically live another life through the game. But this is tumblr. We conceal our real names (sometimes), but we are REAL people. I know that everyone I talk to and follow is a living, breathing person who lives their own life. I don’t know about her, but that seems pretty real to me.

What I don’t understand is, how can she say that I’m not talking to a real person, just because I talk to them through a social networking site? If I can’t see their face, they’re not real? If I can’t hear their voice, they’re not real? Would it be any different if I video chatted with these strangers? I can hear them and see them, but since I don’t really know them they’re not real. Okay, so what if I talked to them for a while and got to know them? Now we’re friends, are they still fake? According to my mom, yes. I still have never seen them in person. I can’t touch them, so OBVIOUSLY they’re not real. And even though I’ve talked to them for hours and they’ve basically shared their life story with me, it’s the internet and they’re probably 99.9% lying and they’re actually a pedophile disguised as a teenage girl. And even if they truly aren’t, I can’t be friends with them anyway. It’s the internet. I can have acquaintances, but not real, true friends. She says it like it’s a law of the universe or something.

Her entire argument just makes no sense to me whatsoever. It’s like her version of a real friend is defined by whether you can prove their existence via the five senses. Anyone you speak to on the internet is either a computer generated robot or a sex predator. There are no friends. There is no life.

I’m not even sure if anyone can relate to this. I just thought I’d share it, since I actually know that most of you are not indeed robots.

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This kid was beaten up at one such internet rehab. 

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