Sometime i’m really childish… i don’t care
As we start living together i wonder: .
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How do relationships end?
Why do they end?
What’s the common denominator ?
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look… really look
.i found that sometime is easier to be lonely in company, than when one is alone.
i think computers, phones etc., promote loneliness giving a sense of connection.
But are we still be able to relate to each other away from a screen?
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no, i don’t hate computers… sometime seem too much of a good thing though.
i was talking to a friend about how people seems so much more real on networking sites that are not specific to dating. i had hoped that being in a relationship would be the end of spending so much time on line, and especially being on dating sites.
Of course the premises of my relationship kind of precluded part of it. Something i forgot at the time.
i realize that i was there to find someone, but many people are just networking or living a porn fantasy.
It’s addictive,
In everyday life, how many women have men constantly tell em how wonderful, smart beautiful etc. they are?
How many men have all those women flirting and be slutty with them, and make them feel like they are gods?
You’d think the fact that we are all adult, sitting home instead of having sex and something meaningful with another, would be a clue.
i think the internet is so popular because we all need attention. Even people that have marriages relationship, seek it from someone else instead of taking it as a symptom that something need fixing.
Nobody like to be taken for granted, nobody sit around forever waiting for something that isn’t forthcoming.
The internet seems a nice solution, except that is not. Smoke and mirrors.
Glossy pictures, glossy words… i look at people talking to me, and wonder who the hell they see. And i keep forgetting that people see and read what they want to see and read.
i’m not different, and i found that the real person is often not what we had imagined.
Perception.
i found also that i rather have real than those imaginary beings.But i admit is hard to let go of it, if real isn’t happening.
i chatted with with few friends, that found me on a networking site. People from my past, do i miss what our life use to be?
It happens to so many… but why?
i wonder what are we looking for?
What is needed to be truly contented?
Is there no panacea, or is it in front of us but we are too blind to see it?
i’m thinking that we fill our lives so we don’t have time to think,paradoxically, that time goes by,or about things that under our delirium we avoid to create or bring forward.
Justifying doesn’t solve the problem,it makes it bigger.So we seek and seek and again seek… maybe what we are doing is hiding… for fear,of failure, of suffering of… in the end we ourselves are at the same time our best friends and worse enemy, we love/hate ourselves and in this struggle life pass us by, hidden behind the mad search for what maybe is right in front of us and we don’t want or we can’t see.
Maybe we complicate our life seeking simplicity.