The Internet personal? This sounds like a contradiction in terms but I know for a fact it is true. Somehow through the air or via unseen tubes our heartstrings connect with those of others and they start vibrating at the same frequency. I believe that somehow when we express our feelings and emotions in written words and they’re picked up by a person on the other side of the globe, our energies start to dance in tune with each other. The other person senses the emotional content of the message and reacts to it by expressing his own feelings about the event at hand. Then, when the first person reads that message again, the connection is complete. The two people feel ‘in tune’. The only condition is that they have shared earlier messages and have already consolidated their mutual bond.
Bullocks, you say? Sad, lonely people imagining illusory relations? Losers unable to connect with real people in real life? Naïve folk willing to be lured into false hope and false feelings?
No, a heartfelt no!
I am a sensitive person going through an intense and tough period in my life so automatically I radiate lots of emotions in my words. I share these emotions with Facebook friends in a closed group, where I feel it is safe to blurt out anything. As soon as I place a post in my group, people rush in to comment and support me, no matter what time of day or night as they come from all time zones and writers – yes they are all writers – tend to have different sleeping hours from normal folk.
I will no longer accept that people call Internet relationships shallow and unreal. If it weren’t for my group of virtual friends – none of whom I have met in real life – I wouldn’t know how to cope with this ordeal. Of course, I miss a real hug, a cup of tea made with love, kind eyes urging me to endure it a little while longer. Of course, they would be even dearer to me if they stood in front of me but for now I can tell you: they are as supportive as if they were real. And to be honest, they are more supportive than some ‘close friends’ I thought I could always count on.
Easy, you say. They can promise anything because they don’t have to follow up on it?
Maybe. But they do what they can and if some of them say they don’t sleep well because they worry about my situation or they summon other friends to pray for us too, I believe they’re pretty involved.
And I have no time nor interest in cynical folk talking down virtual relationships anymore. I know I am not mistaken. I can hear their hearts beat in tune with mine and I will be forever grateful to them because without them my life would be quite unbearable at the moment.
Those concerned know whom I’m talking about. This blog post is for you, gracefully written for all you’re doing for me every day. With your words!