I had arranged to have an introductory chat with someone from Twitter yesterday, a DigiDate I’m calling it.
Unfortunately, he didn’t show but I’m not surprised. I rarely hold out hope for these online things.
People are wrapped up in their grief, their opinions, we’re increasingly becoming a society of loners and I can’t judge, I am doing the same but I turned up to the meeting and when I saw that the ‘seen’ tick hadn’t filled in, I knew it wasn’t going to happen beyond the twenty minutes of tardiness. We can feel these things, I certainly can.
I also hate to admit that with the vast majority of posts I see, I think ‘that’s not real’ – she hasn’t actually baked that, he didn’t really do that. It’s curated and it’s filler.
It’s why I go for long walks, new walks along yet explored paths. I find it exciting, stimulating and real. Conversation doesn’t really do it for me anymore because, increasingly, you’re talking with mouthpieces rather than soberly-functioning human beings.
I have no patience for delusion these days, no time for snarky comments, no tolerance for justifications. I deeply desire reality, honesty without the veils, truth without the window dressing, frankly messiness without the pretence we’ve got our shit together.
Real, what a breath of fresh air that’d be.