Addicted to the ‘net

STROLLING along the seafront in the sun at Worthing the other day, I thought what a friendly world we lived in these days.

This enlightenment came via an overheard conversation between some young adults who were excitedly discussing the hundreds of internet friends they had between them. Could this be real, I thought.

Maybe I am being a bit naïve, or possibly a little cynical, perhaps.

I hear that many of these friends never actually meet or even talk to each other except over the internet, of course. My mind went into overdrive: who are all these friends, where do they come from, and I wonder how many are really who they propose to be.

Sociable Sally could well turn out to be dodgy Derek or even a whole lot worse. Welcome to my world, where I am very popular at the moment with lots of new and loyal friends who I talk to every day, always there and responding in their own special way.

My friends, you see, are all stunning new fruit, vegetable and flower plants now coming through in my garden. These friends are probably more real and genuine than most of the invisible friends out there. I have direct contact every day and, after weeks of one to one friendship, I can even eat and savour some of them.

Others I can pick to put on display, and, would you believe it, give to my other real friends to enjoy.

Sadly, I doubt the world is becoming a more friendly place due to the internet – it is just becoming more populated by internet junkies.

There will soon be an organisation assisting with addiction to suspiciously invisible internet friends. Oh for my simple life of real friends – admittedly some are a little quirky, though.

Raymond Pattinson

Church Close