Yes, but it’s damned exhausting because you don’t really know the person at all, and you have to do a lot of guess work. It’s all mental; all in your head. It’s fantasy because you craft all exchanges quite consciously. It’s a dream state, somehow.
Is it fantasy because you give well thought out replies? Or is it just the convenience of not spilling silly things out of your mouth that you can’t take back when you are speaking to a ‘real’ person?
For me, it would be the first. Some of my replies are spontaneous, like this one. I always just instantly respond to posts in OM’s blog, which is funny now that I think of it (I just blogged about this topic). After I posted this comment above I thought: there is a certain, basic criteria I have in my mind to create a real relationship – spontaneous dialogue, sight and or sound, and some sort of shared physical space. I guess in that respect, I am limiting my imagination for what can be achieved. I once fell in love through virtual words, after all. We knew each other physically, but it was through his written word that I actually came to love him…for his mind.
It made me think back – I remember feeling that I was really inside his mind. Through online conversations and a variety of mediums, we turned our minds inside out for each other. We discussed the things that might have been otherwise distracted by physicality.
I love old, romantic books such as Pride and Prejudice for the detailed art of letter writing. Living even a town away was quite a jaunt in those days, and writing letters was a necessity in communicating with loved ones. Granted, they often knew each other so it’s different, but my point is that they had to express so many emotions in written words alone, and those words encapsulated highly concentrated feeling that swirled through their minds, poured onto a page through a feather quill pen and were sealed with blood red wax.
I’ve been blogging for nearly two years, and it’s been a mind fuck in many ways. I started off preferring to blog alone, almost talking to myself in a sort of solidified, verbal fashion with the extra thrill that someone might actually read it. And then, people started reading. And then, I started reading them.
I’ve never taken any of these interactions very seriously. We connect through little comments on a random topic or story. Sometimes they’re in jest and sometimes in all seriousness, but either way, these comments and responding posts are built upon one another to form some sort of relationship – one that is constantly shifting with the ever-flow of new bloggers or one blogger topping another’s blatant honesty. I see written evolution occurring even within this tiny timespan of my own blogging experience.
If I could capture how meaningful these relationship can be in any one post, I would chose rarasour’s collage of past posts and blogging adventures. I realize that she finds meaning in the relationships she’s built with people online – people she’s never laid eyes on.
I think a lot about how online social media is affecting our collective psyche. And I think about how people who don’t blog sometimes say to me, “Yeah I don’t feel the need to validate myself by getting approval from other people I don’t even know.”
But then I think, is it all validation? Obviously not. I think bloggers are those people that have something a little extra to say to the world at large and want to say it instantly. They have something to share about their interpretation of life, and maybe they’re a bit fidgety banging around in their own minds with their strange stories and ideas; thoughts that perhaps go un-greeted in the physical realm. People who write online have a will and a love of sharing life through the contrived word. Through that, they certainly and most inevitably develop real and lasting bonds with each other.
I haven’t done it, but I have no doubt others have. I see it right there on their page.
The blogging world kind of fascinates me.
Ok, back to zoning out to fashiontv.