If social networking sites didn’t exist, who would you be sharing your thoughts with now?
It’s a curious question.
We have become so used to dispensing our every thought, want, need and desire publicly, that I sometimes wonder if we’ve forgotten how to do it privately.
I don’t share easily.
Yet I find it ridiculously simple to put down (virtually) any random thought or emotion that I may have.
Why is this?
Do we believe that others may not take us at face value about what we’re saying? So much so that we feel safe?
Have we become so desensitized to life that we will share our fears, daily moments, sadness or joy with random strangers, and not with those we hold dearest?
Shouldn’t we instead be speaking these words gently into a lovers ear?
Wouldn’t it be more meaningful if we infused paper with our essence?
Do you remember when we did?