Why is it that we need to share and connect so much with virtual people, or real people who are not in the room? So much so that we dismiss the presence of those who are.
Have not you noticed that you spend more time on your phone, starring at your agitated screens, checking your messages or writing some than actually talking to people, looking into people’s eyes?
We spend more time sharing pictures and commenting on what we do than spending those moments with those we cherish.
Why is it that I write more things about me online than I ever tell when I meet someone new? Of course my friends and family know all about what I share on my blog, but people I work with, or people I just met will not get to know that until months have gone by.
I am extremely open. I just need time to open up.
The danger of online blogging is that even if it takes me a month to warm up with this interface, when I do, I am nowhere near ready to sharing it with the number of people who will access it.
I know that. I am fully aware of it and yet I post. I share and I love doing it too. I love the immediacy, the receptive target audience, the feedback, the support, the exposure itself. I would not do it on just any platform, but there is something about this one that just speaks to me.
I feel that if I am surrounded by writers, there will be plenty of amazing souls who will enjoy my words, as much as I enjoy theirs. The thing is there are most probably some unavoidable creeps too, the ratio must average the one encountered in real life.
Why do I still post then? I post because I believe there are amazing people who will be delighted to get acquainted and I don’t want to miss out on that.
On the other side of our screens there are real people. Potential friends, maybe lovers too. I am not counting on that last on but who knows, right? We are in the 21st Century after all. Somehow, deep down, you and I feel that this is one of the new arenas. The new secret circle. The new Dead Poets’ Society. The new torrid way of exchanging secret messages and love letters. This is where some of the action happens. This is where we will connect, because, well, we share the same passion and this is so terribly thrilling, and comfortable.
Is it not too easy? Too comfy? Too homey? Do you not fear creating your safe place and getting buried in it? Is there not something missing in this world of virtual love, and likes and hugs and support and smack-less kisses?
As I am writing these lines my body is aching, is not yours? I miss the laughs, the company the challenge of a real life relationship.
I see people every day at work. I see my friends, my family. Regulars. But It don’t meet anybody new and if I do, it is fleeting and I don’t have time to react or explore. I don’t have time to tip toe my way around until I can feel safe and build up.
The only place I can react or explore is here. Online.
I get to admire, be fascinated, blown away, swept off my feet by words written by perfect strangers.
My imagination thrives while my body starves.
My brain is fed with virtual namesakes, but my senses are untrained and deserted from real action.
Do I need to disconnect to live again?
Will balance be sufficient to rise above the new challenges of addiction set ahead?
Will I ever sober up from virtual vapors and find my way through this labyrinth of interactive lines?
I would love to hear your opinion on this matter, so feel free to comment and start on any discussions my words would trigger in you.