Superficial touching, remote caring.
We reach out to each other to gossip, brag, complain, protest to our virtual community of friends and family. We express ourselves and wait to see if anyone paid attention or noticed.
Almost like a popularity contest. How many commented? How many clicked "Like"?
We are plugged in, or so it seems. So safe, so easy to say nothing of consequence, share our lives, sort of, but not real contact.
We live everywhere; our time is limited; this is the best way to touch base.
The phone is hit or miss. E-mail not as quick to let you know. Virtual living in a time-starved, long distance world. Works to a point, can't live without it, satisfying but never filling.
Our anonymous and private lives in a public gathering place, technology's replacement for the village well, pub, stroll through the neighborhood.
Odd that it's called Facebook, an album of faces that stare back at me, on the other side of the screen from me peering in.
Intimacy, closeness, touching, not there. A moment of your time, please. Look at me. Acknowledge I exist today. Facetime via machine time.
Something is missing: time for each other. Stop the clock just for a bit and spend some time with me. Reach out and touch someone across the miles, the time zones.
Did I miss your post? How old is it? Too much information, too little. How are you...really? I wish we could just sit down and have a cup of coffee and tell me how you're really doing.
Our lives are more than bits and bytes. I am human; I am not a machine. I miss you.
Copyright © Erana Leiken, 2010 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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Very well wrote!you should post your link in my forum and also advertise your services as a writer for hire! Have you considered writing an eBook?
ReplyDeleteThis is a very interesting post Erana.
ReplyDeleteIt certainly made me think about how much time people spend on computers as opposed to being in the "real" world.
It becomes real if you are aware of a real communication with the other person.It´s up to you to be aware of it.
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