Invisible

Quote of the day:

When you start spending most of your time alone ... it is easy to experience the feeling of physical disappearance. Maybe the reason why writers write - and photographers take photographs - is just to verify if they still exist in the material world. Never Neutral

Last night I shared my vulnerabilities ... just a few ... with newly forming friends. It was mutual. What a miracle! How often do we come by such a combination? It was warm, welcoming, intellectual, and humorous. It was in real space and time. Not virtual. I felt less invisible, not as anonymous, less longing for my blogging community.

Just for a few hours.

I woke up longing for the intimacy of cyber-world once again.

Have I become addicted?

Or am I able to connect more authentically in the real world since I feel supported by a virtual community?

Comments

[tamarika]

Joyce, that experience is possible. But then I am almost 58. Does that count? And I've walked through fire and rain ... and that isn't over yet either. Smiles.

I.,
No laptops. The reality is good - tres, tres good. I have plenty time for the virtual! I won't waste a moment of real-time with you and J. Onwards and upwards!

[Ilene]

Sweetie --
Assuming our evening is the one in question -- next time we'll bring our laptops and send messages around the table so you can have your tofu miso bowl and eat it too!!

Viva our new friendships!

Love,

I.

[Joyce]

Oh, I wish... somehow I find that experience you describe to be so nearly impossible, and I so wish.....