{"id":4019,"date":"2016-01-02T10:00:41","date_gmt":"2016-01-02T15:00:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/peroty.com\/blog\/?p=4019"},"modified":"2016-01-02T00:20:14","modified_gmt":"2016-01-02T05:20:14","slug":"dial-up-fibers","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/peroty.com\/blog\/wrote-about\/dial-up-fibers\/","title":{"rendered":"Dial-up Fibers"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>We are all afraid of being alone.<\/p>\n<p>We all went to the web to find out if the question we all had in our heads was true.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Am I alone?<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Does anyone else feel like I do? Am I the only one who feels this way?<\/p>\n<p><strong>No.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>We aren&#8217;t alone. That&#8217;s what the Internet was able to show us.<\/p>\n<p>Back when it was the\u00a0<em>Information Superhighway<\/em>\u00a0or the\u00a0<em>World Wide Web<\/em>. It was a big, flashing neon sign attracting nerds like flies.<\/p>\n<p>I was one of those nerds. I was drawn to the flame. I craved the warmth and acceptance of other people like me. But I had no idea where to find them.<\/p>\n<h3>One School<\/h3>\n<p>I grew up in a county with one school. One middle school. One high school. One.<\/p>\n<p>I went to high school with about 500 other people. I graduated in 2000 with 167 peers.<\/p>\n<p>It was a small place and in that place I was the freak, the outcast. I was big enough to be the ideal football player. With no interest in being a tackling dummy.<\/p>\n<p>I quit the varsity basketball team because it would mean missing our final Coffee House, which our Literary Magazine put on a few times per year to promote our publication and raise funds.<\/p>\n<p>I knew who I was and what was most important to me. But there were not a lot of people like me. Later I learned there is no one like me. No one is like anyone else. We&#8217;re all our own people.<\/p>\n<h3>Lit Mag<\/h3>\n<p>Literary Magazine was a safe haven for me. I was able to be with artists and writers and musicians. I was able to share parts of myself that weren&#8217;t congruent with my 6&#8217;5&#8243; and 250 pound frame. I was able to be myself.<\/p>\n<p>I wasn&#8217;t the person I looked like. I wasn&#8217;t the stereotype people assumed.<\/p>\n<p>I was my own person and that was a strange beast in my home town.<\/p>\n<h3>The Web<\/h3>\n<p>The web was a revelation. It was a place to go outside of my high school. It was a place I could be myself.<\/p>\n<p><strong>The web is about ideas. The web doesn&#8217;t care who you are or what you look like.<\/strong>\u00a0The web is about information. Not appearance.<\/p>\n<p>That&#8217;s what drew me in and why I keep going back.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m 34 now but I still feel like the same freak I was in high school.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve never felt comfortable in my own skin. I skip around and follow wherever I see as the best path at a given time.<\/p>\n<p>I used to feel like I knew who I was. But the deeper I look inside the less I feel I know myself.<\/p>\n<p>But I know one thing. The friendships I&#8217;ve made online are keeping me going.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Some of my best friends are avatars.<\/strong>\u00a0And those avatars are wonderful people I wouldn&#8217;t know what to do without.<\/p>\n<p>From dial-up to fiber, the web is my home.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We are all afraid of being alone. We all went to the web to find out if the question we all had in our heads was true. Am I alone? Does anyone else feel like I do? Am I the only one who feels this way? No. We aren&#8217;t alone. 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