I know it`s ironic to be writing on a computer and using blogs and forums to post ideas about how I want to temper my time on computers and the sites I belong to. That, to me, is unthinkable not to be on a computer daily.
But that is sort of the crux of the problem I want to talk about.
Isn`t it strange that this *thing* piped into my home, this *thing* that gives me intimate and controlled access to the daily banalities of people all over the world, the same *thing* that are limiting my access to people and to the banalities of life.
The very *thing* I use to tell the world and my friends on how my life is unfolding.
The *thing* that is possibly (and for everyone of us,) preventing me from picking up the phone and calling just one friend to talk about my or their day.
We are so connected to each other these days, and yet I am struggling with an almost staggering disconnect. I interact with my friends everyday. I interact with my family everyday. I laugh/cry with them and at them and because of them. They laugh/cry with me and at me and because of me.
And yet, everyday I miss my friends. I miss... Contact. We may be laughing/crying with and at and because of each other, but we`re doing it alone.
We are not laughing/crying together. I cannot hear them laughing/crying. They cannot hear me. That makes me sit back and go whoa. It gives me a heavy lonely feeling in my chest.
When we have Facebook and Twitter and email we don`t really have much of a reason to pick up the phone and call anyone just to see how they`re doing - we already know how they`re doing. Or, I guess, you know how they want you to think they`re doing.
Why pick up a pen and paper and buy a stamp and walk to the mailbox and mail a letter and wait a week to get a response when you can just send a text or an email?
Why?
Because calling someone allows us to hear their voice. It gives us a few moments to wade through our emotions together. We can hear life happening in the background.
I miss ink-stained fingers and a mad dash for funny stamps and breathlessly opening the mailbox to find an envelope with familiar handwriting that grabs at you like a hug from far away.
Think about it: deciphering your best friend's handwriting on back-to-back pages of smeared ink is a lost art. These days, do you even know what your friends handwriting looks like? It feels like a secret to me, an intimacy, when I see the handwriting of a friend. Its a peek into their personality, their day-to-day, but also their psyche and their emotions.
Is it archaic to miss a kind of intimacy that our current world has rendered obsolete? I`m sure plenty of people think this sort of pining is ridiculous. Why would we torture our self waiting for a response from our friends when you can just email them a letter and possibly hear back by the end of the hour?I guess I feel like letters don't have to be a lost art. They don't have to be obsolete. And sure, there's a place for email and texting and Facebook.
Please don`t misunderstand me - I am a big fan of technology and email and all of that.
But when it comes to everyday interactions, this kind of instant feedback can be so dangerous, don`t you think? These interactions shouldn`t replace human contact, you know.
I feel like before there was a computer there were more dinner parties and more phone calls and more letters and cards. There was, ironically, so much more to talk about when you got together with your friends.
So while my world has expanded into a supernova of *friends* and interactions, I can feel it sucking in on itself, creating that inevitable black hole that comes from an explosion of this magnitude. I see /talk to friends everyday, and yet I miss the *more* than ever. I am surrounded by friends, but have never felt more isolated.
I miss catching up because I don`t already know you had fried chicken for lunch.
I miss you. All of you.
Who wants to be my pen or phone pal?
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Quote by Pussinboots1
I know it`s ironic to be writing on a computer and using blogs and forums to post ideas about how I want to temper my time on computers and the sites I belong to. That, to me, is unthinkable not to be on a computer daily.
But that is sort of the crux of the problem I want to talk about.
Isn`t it strange that this *thing* piped into my home, this *thing* that gives me intimate and controlled access to the daily banalities of people all over the world, the same *thing* that are limiting my access to people and to the banalities of life.
The very *thing* I use to tell the world and my friends on how my life is unfolding.
The *thing* that is possibly (and for everyone of us,) preventing me from picking up the phone and calling just one friend to talk about my or their day.
We are so connected to each other these days, and yet I am struggling with an almost staggering disconnect. I interact with my friends everyday. I interact with my family everyday. I laugh/cry with them and at them and because of them. They laugh/cry with me and at me and because of me.
And yet, everyday I miss my friends. I miss... Contact. We may be laughing/crying with and at and because of each other, but we`re doing it alone.
We are not laughing/crying together. I cannot hear them laughing/crying. They cannot hear me. That makes me sit back and go whoa. It gives me a heavy lonely feeling in my chest.
When we have Facebook and Twitter and email we don`t really have much of a reason to pick up the phone and call anyone just to see how they`re doing - we already know how they`re doing. Or, I guess, you know how they want you to think they`re doing.
Why pick up a pen and paper and buy a stamp and walk to the mailbox and mail a letter and wait a week to get a response when you can just send a text or an email?
Why?
Because calling someone allows us to hear their voice. It gives us a few moments to wade through our emotions together. We can hear life happening in the background.
I miss ink-stained fingers and a mad dash for funny stamps and breathlessly opening the mailbox to find an envelope with familiar handwriting that grabs at you like a hug from far away.
Think about it: deciphering your best friend's handwriting on back-to-back pages of smeared ink is a lost art. These days, do you even know what your friends handwriting looks like? It feels like a secret to me, an intimacy, when I see the handwriting of a friend. Its a peek into their personality, their day-to-day, but also their psyche and their emotions.
Is it archaic to miss a kind of intimacy that our current world has rendered obsolete? I`m sure plenty of people think this sort of pining is ridiculous. Why would we torture our self waiting for a response from our friends when you can just email them a letter and possibly hear back by the end of the hour?I guess I feel like letters don't have to be a lost art. They don't have to be obsolete. And sure, there's a place for email and texting and Facebook.
Please don`t misunderstand me - I am a big fan of technology and email and all of that.
But when it comes to everyday interactions, this kind of instant feedback can be so dangerous, don`t you think? These interactions shouldn`t replace human contact, you know.
I feel like before there was a computer there were more dinner parties and more phone calls and more letters and cards. There was, ironically, so much more to talk about when you got together with your friends.
So while my world has expanded into a supernova of *friends* and interactions, I can feel it sucking in on itself, creating that inevitable black hole that comes from an explosion of this magnitude. I see /talk to friends everyday, and yet I miss the *more* than ever. I am surrounded by friends, but have never felt more isolated.
I miss catching up because I don`t already know you had fried chicken for lunch.
I miss you. All of you.
Who wants to be my pen or phone pal?
Where do I put my name down?
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But my pen doesn't have spell check. But I hear you in a world as connected as this there is also this disconnection in our communication o_O, it's weird
@ SDMR you are already on my *pen pal* list.... or you just wanted to do the phone thingie?? eish eish.....
@ Mike_Pta ie:-...spelcheck , if we do get personalized old fashioned mail, all the faults in the world would not matter.
and yeah,I am glad you as a young man, *get* where this old dame is coming from.
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Quote by Pussinboots1
@ SDMR you are already on my *pen pal* list.... or you just wanted to do the phone thingie?? eish eish.....
@ Mike_Pta ie:-...spelcheck , if we do get personalized old fashioned mail all the faults in the world would not matter.
and yeah glad you as a young man, *get* where this old dame is coming from.
Just making sure you don't forget about little old me . . .
PIB, I was thinking a very similar thing this morning!
We 'chat' to so many of our friends using technology, that I dont remember the last time we sat down and chatted in real life with some of our friends! When you finally do see people at a party of sorts, there are so many people to greet that we are lucky to have one or two real conversations with our friends by the time we go home!
But with our lives as busy as they are, it is seldom that we spent time with only one friend or one couple at a time!
Just my input here...
;)
C
@ KC_ I know what you mean, these days it is at Weddings and Lynette at Funerals( I refuse to go to any funeral) that we catch up with personal time with family and friends.
The gatherings I sometimes go to here in Cape Town, is a busy time, you float from one person to the nest with in minutes and then you have not sat down to properly say hi to the friends you do have in the lifestyle. One is to busy making the newbies feel welcome and comfortable.
@ RockstarLemming as SDMR , you are on my mail list already!!!
@ SDMR you will never be forgotten !!! NOT by me.
I miss opening the mailbox and finding a letter from a friend. These days even bills are e-mailed so there are not even many of them in the mailbox! Best excitement is when my folks send parcels for the young ones. My mom always puts something small in for me as well.
Used to write my gran, but she passed away 2 years ago so even those letters stopped....
My best letters was the ones I got from Mr E when we were still dating. Due to how our studies worked we spend some time apart doing the long distance thing. I have to files filled with his letters, did my best to keep all of them 
So yes, I love to sign up for a bit more conventional pen pal 
So yes, I love to sign up for a bit more conventional pen pal @ Erotic_ Nauty I just know what you mean, that little excitement rush one gets when receiving mail or a package.
I have a Gent in Germany whom started sending me little *care*packages and in return I sent him as well and what a pleasure it is to receive these...
BUT sadly I have to report that 2 of my packages I sent AWOL/disappeared, never to be found..
Now it cost me more in mailing cost, that what the stuff is worth in the little packages..SAD yes!!
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I had a pen pal from Oz, we met when he was here in SA. He use to send me letters and mix tapes and voice recorded tapes. Also tshirts that had his cologne on, those were the best. Thats when life was exciting, mysterious.
