Living example: A coworker just sent me the same goddamned email forward joke for about the third time over the last 15 months (that has also been forwarded by a multitude of people) and I feel bad admitting that to her. Like I'm ruining some joy between us.
That is, uniquely, internety. Sure, old uncle henry has the same joke, and you quietly tolerate it. But two friends at work, pre-internet, you'd be comfortable saying, hey, you told me that one! Right?
Hey, maybe I'm the only one with these sorts of complaints. Maybe everyone is like Jody. 1.5 hours online (lie) and the rest of the time spent running around her huge cabin with an axe, then loping through a hedge maze. Soaf! SOAF! Come out! I'm not gonna hurt you, baby.