Make New Friends...but Keep the Old

I've met a lot of really neat people on Twitter in and around Pittsburgh. That's sort of a lie because I haven't actually met them yet, but we chat all day and it's fun. We are all slowly meeting each other via Tweetups. People keep asking me what Twitter is like, and for me it feels like an IRC chat room. Totally communal like that. However, most of the people asking this question don't know what IRC is either. I don't know what to tell them, mostly because they already have their minds made up that it's dumb. You can tell by how they ask.

Due to following a bunch of local people I also started reading their blogs. It's a little voyeuristic knowing so much about a person without having ever met them and having this information shared more intimately. I'll get over it I guess, since everyone can find out just as much about me through my blog. I'll share now: I *need* to load the dishwasher in size order. I *will* rearrange plates The Boy has put in. I *know* it doesn't much matter.

Having friends means going out; going out means happy Beth. This is good because most of the people I meet during my day are younger college students. That's fine, I have some really good friends in my classes. But their lives are way different. Their worries are in a different place. I joke and say they're worried about what party to go to on Friday and I'm worried about loosing all my old photographs because my basement flooded, again.

I have noticed that most of the people I've been chatting with more are parents, moms specifically. I know, I has Teh Baby Fever!! There are a few more obstacles in the way before I can start with the babies though. I just think it's funny that I've already attached myself to people with kids.