Sunday, July 15, 2007

 

Mindfuck

Normally, you meet someone. You make eye contact. You say hello. You chat about mundane everyday things as a means of introduction. Slowly you get to know a person. And if all goes well, you get to touch them and hold them and kiss them.

That’s how it goes in the real world.

The virtual world is a bit different.

Online relationships have one major drawback. Personal Contact.
Even if you’ve known a person for years, you’ve never really met.
This naturally poses some problems.

You meet someone. You start to “talk”. Maybe you even swap phone numbers. You webcam each other.

The only trouble is you live here and they live there.

You want nothing more than to be with that person. To touch them and hold them and whisper warm caresses in their ear. But you can’t.

Because you live here and they live there.

Your reactions, and thoughts and emotions are just as real as any “normal” relationship. Your mind doesn’t know the difference. It has created the same connection it would even if you could touch. Same thoughts, same feelings, same pheromones.

Same fear, same anger, same jealousy.

Someone leaves a comment on their homepage and you heart screams bloody murder.

You become the guy who killed his girl’s mother ‘cause she kept you apart.

You become the woman who sells her house to go marry a man on the other side of the planet.

It’s a complete mental mindfuck.

It’s why celebrities have stalkers

And it’s ALL IN YOUR HEAD.

And you know it.

But you don’t care.

‘Cause it’s a cold and lonely world. And it’s hard to find people to connect with. So when you finally do, you never want to lose that because you remember what it used to be like before. Because this is better than nothing. It’s insane, and sick, and twisted.

But it’s better than nothing.


Comments:
I'm sorry I have this effect on you but aside from that I really empathise.

For some reason this kind of thing always reminds me of an episode of 'Taxi' where Danny Devito doesn't want to get with Rhea Perlman because the second he lets himself be with her he knows every second without her will be much worse than his regular lonely life ordinarily is, it's a strange ritual. We're all just crazy as fucking laboratory rats. it's also kind of un though isn't it ??
 
Maybe fun too
 
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