A while ago I saw an episode of CSI where the girl died at home and it took me days to find out because no one knew her in the real world and outside the walls of her house. Everything he did, including his purchases, was online and through apps. Her vast and infinite world was concentrated behind the screens, connected to an optical fiber that transported her where she wanted to go, away from human heat.
I was thinking here with my buttons and I remembered this episode, that doesn’t make you think, does it?
- I agree? But I also realized that I had too much life behind keyboards and more contact with known strangers than with people in my physical world.
- And perhaps the saddest thing is that I’ve followed people’s lives in my physical world much more across screens than in real time.
- And sensations.
This is where I know the encounters, dates, marriages, births, baptisms, deaths and express my most sincere feelings in miraculous emoticons that save me warm hugs or yellow smiles.
I find it funny when after a while without virtual interaction people say “wow, it’s gone eh. “Or if, due to technological or psychological deficits, I find myself without a virtual means of contact, I pretend I made a trip to Nepal.
Am I gone? Non. Je still working in the same place, living in the same house, having the same habits, going to the same supermarket and pharmacy and eating the same bakery Ah, the address of the house?What else is it, people still visit, at funerals, maybe?
And when do we finally break the cycle of physical absence?Do you have WIFI ?? We asked before ordering this glass of water. Then, after a long and terrible hour of face-to-face conversation, we review our devices, disconnected from the real world, protected in the virtual world.
Who are these people we become entangled with day and night in intimate reactions and interactions, with whom we spend more hours than we do with us, who are these people we tell how much we admire and who influence our lives?
They’ll miss you if you turn off your phone, it can be a long way off for a small group of purely virtual contacts, and in your absence, other posts will gain in evidence, other interesting things will populate your friends’ timeline. such speed that you won’t forget, but the scroll bar will make you fall and become obsolete in a few days (or hours). It’s simple.
Who are our virtual friends, for whom we develop affection and who make us laugh with their relaxed behaviors and arouse our curiosity with their apparent intelligence and their world view?
I see so many fake profiles, fictitious names, overprocessed photos, a copy/paste of great thinkers and so few in each of them. What are counterfeits for?Aren’t we all ordinary people looking for a place in the sun?
I saw in good company a film that I highly recommend: “She”. In a world that probably reflects ours in a few years, people are doing everything based on operating systems. It’s a sea of people walking without interacting with each other. all connected to his virtual world, the protagonist falls in love with his operating system that was configured with a female profile and what he does during the film is extremely similar to the lives of many of those who have remained faithful to this damn and blessed connection.
He travels alone or with real friends (rarely) and shares what he sees and lives through videos and photos with his operating system, to insert it in the context of this reality, eats by talking to her on the phone and falls asleep doing the same. He talked about orgasms and made love like someone who reads a detailed erotic tale. It is transported to the virtual world to have a real life.
I didn’t tell you about the movie, go see it, it’ll be worth it. She?
Who’s going to knock on your door, send a letter, call your job to find out if you’re okay and tell you you miss them?fashionable things.
We don’t even know people’s phones by heart, we don’t know anything about their lives, except the conclusions we draw from their elaborate or improvised messages, we have no idea what their email is or what it does when the online connection disappears from the screen.
How big is the touch of your hand?What will the actual expression of your face (not the one frozen for the photo) look like when this materializes hahaha or kkkkk or lol?What will your real expression of shyness, anger, sadness, tears, love, so easily expressed by emoticons look like?
Some have crossed the line between the real and the virtual. There are reports of all kinds and many failures. ? Have you met on the Internet?And you thought it would work?It can work, you know? Google, there’s a lot of history to cheer you up.
I think it goes wrong because we have projections of who people want to be and we do the same. A masquerade is what the virtual world is. Believe me (and I know you know), nobody is so beautiful, so happy, so cool, so optimistic, so namaste, so amen, so gratitude There is no (real) creature that turns every day to Shiva and shows him with a beautiful light linen suit that contrasts with the sunset.
Masquerade,Projections! Fantastic world, world of pseudo-freedom where you will tell me that with you you are not real, sincere, but you only use a nickname, a fake profile, you process the photo before posting why?Why even?
And look? I don’t brazen it, no. Except for the fake profile, I use the same as most, I created on this canvas a parallel world much more inhabited by me than by my real world.
I realized this a long time ago and have been trying to be less virtual ever since. I’m a long way from it! But the reality shook me the other day, a Saturday night in which I was staying, the bottle of wine, the mattress in the living room and the chat on Netflix, there was no one to knock on my door. People in my world, those five who say they influence who we are, were stuck with me on keyboards.
I’d experience the bitterest loneliness. And in the virtual world, we are not lonely, there is an immensity of similar feelings, soul mates, friends for eternity, until a cable is broken or a prophecy becomes reality and the scroll bar takes us to the end of News Feed. .
We establish relationships of recovery, jealousy, possession, intimacy with people we don’t really know, people who love and share these cool things that you posted, but who have no idea what you have in the fridge to eat. ? People who are penalized for their status update declaring that they are sick and feel their improvement, but who do not visit you out of hours to wash dishes that their courage has not left them People sincerely good and real, but far from their physical reality, that contact and warmth that we need to feel alive.
But don’t turn off your mobile phone. Continue to pay your bills with safety precautions, hearing real-time news from this far-away father, and maintaining that connection with that special someone you promised to meet in person one day.
And know. Cross that barrier. Take this photo of this park, this beach and this sunset, find out how that person feels, his voice off the phone, how he looks away when he talks, what Photoshop stains have hidden, make forever the friendship you swore forever, plus wires and tricks.
Don’t turn off the phone. But think, what if you turned off your phone now, if you disconnected from your social networks and spent days, weeks, who would knock on your door or pick you up at work?
Don’t turn off the phone. But connect with life passing right there. To your parents, children, cats calling you in the house while your mouth responds with your eyes and fingers glued to the screen. Raise your head on the bus, on the street, in the tail of the bank. , put your phone in your pocket, in your bag, let the battery run out.
Do not disconnect from the virtual world. Just think about how connected you are to the real world.
Will I think so too?