Internet social friendship companions. They're like cookies.
No, really. When I get a taste for some Internet Social companionship, I come here, and (assuming I haven't been pounding the refresh button) it's like fresh-baked cookies, all tasty and waiting to be devoured. I want cookies, I come here, I get cookies, I eat the cookies, and I am satisfied.
If these were "real-life" (i.e., meatspace) friendship-type interactions, then I would have to suggest cookies to someone, get them all worked up about the cookies, get all the ingredients together, and possibly even have to invest (horrors!) some of my own effort into the process, all because I wanted cookies. By the time I finally get my cookies, they are no less delicious, but the experience is marred by all the arrangements and effort it took to make them, and I still have the pending clean-up staring me in the face even as I savor them.
But not here. Oh, no. I just issue an order to the machine on my desk, "Cookies. Chocolate-chip. Hot," and the monitor powers on to reveal fresh, hot cookies waiting to be devoured. I never have to bother anyone or make any mess. They appear on my terms, I eat them on my terms, and there is no mess to coordinate, neither pre- nor post-. There is no schedule nor limited availability, I can come any time of day or night, or I can even go for weeks and then binge on 5 solid hours of catching up on cookies.
I think that's the attraction, really. It's still a number of legitimate friendships, but they're friendships ON MY TERMS. When it's convenient, when I'm ready, when I can handle it, when I have a moment, when I want to lose myself for a few hours...I hardly have to worry about whether y'all are ready for me, or if I'm going to lose my cool, or whether I might accidentally put my foot in my mouth. The indirection/buffering/editable effect of the forum means that I never have to deal with more than I can take, I can hit the pause button, or if I so desire I can blow 150 minutes composing a compelling argument that is barely more than a dozen sentences long. I never have to deal with the minutiae, the logistics, or the mores, I just get my content, untainted by drudgery.
And I like it.
--Patrick