It's a common fact that people measure the quality of anything by the amount of time it took to make it and the amount of effort put into it.
But I don't know if this is true anymore. With speed and quantity moving over, the reality of what one's quality will be crossed out.
Before Facebook, no one even knew how many experiences a person had, how many places he has visited and how many relationships he's been in. But in a time where exposure of ones' life is done over a digital profile, even the most distant 'friend' could list down all the things you've done with just a scroll on your timeline.
Maybe it's the skeptic in me or, more possibly, it's the private person in me that still alludes to the idea of 'mystique' and 'quality' as something that goes hand in hand, together.
Nowadays, I feel the need to shutdown my social network profiles in the hope of getting to know people from an organic standpoint. Sure, I can still know them by their posts and shares but, nothing compares to the actual conversation between two entirely different beings. Maybe it's the physical dynamic, the non verbal cues and subtle points which the screen can never deliver that actually makes it more interesting.
I don't get them a lot nowadays and that is something I took for granted for the past three years, I guess.
It seems that the promise of always online connectivity has burned out its ends for some people, like me, who still long for a connection that's whole and not in part. Words, something I don't dish out a lot, became a common currency. It used to be gold, something I deliberately use to exactly mean what I say. But oftentimes, I catch myself using the very same medium to just beg for attention.
When was the last time someone asked you to eat by gesturing his face towards the dining table? When was the last time you feel relieved that someone is trying to understand you just by touching your hand when you least expected it? And when was the last time you hugged the one you loved because the loneliness was just to heavy to bear?
And you cried into his shirt uncontrollably while he stroked your back.
Goodness. Since when did only words substituted for these things? Since we were afraid of asking for affection?
I don't really know nor would I attempt to know everything there is to this.
I look at my newsfeed and look at all these worded information and recorded messages. But times like this, when I feel like everything just doesn't make sense, I just need to get off the internet and find warm person to sit down with.
