I think I understand why I don’t understand, especially in regards to hateful online infecto-choads and their constant invectives against women.
I use the Internet as a tool. It’s a reference, a book, a newspaper, a phone, or a game. It’s there when I want to use it.
It’s not my social life, or my primary outlet for human connection, like it is for many other people. Perhaps its a generational thing. The Internet as it exists didn’t exist when I was growing up. I rode the early wave in the ’90s with my 28.8 modem and OS2. It’s always been an amazing way to share information and talk to people. But it was never a primary outlet for social interaction.
Perhaps I’m too tactile, too grounded in the physical reality of day to day life, to find virtual social connections a substitute for real ones.
I like talking with people on-line, but I’d much rather meet face-to-face, or even talk on the phone.
Talking on the phone or Skype makes a lot of people uncomfortable, perhaps because it makes two people force to treat each other on an equal setting. Texting occurs in the court of the inner dialogue, the crafted setting of the imagination, where you create your opponent out of what you think they are like. Even a phone call, where you can’t see a face, tells you volumes more about a person, and it makes you aware you’re not dealing with an imaginary thing, a disembodied virtual being. You’re forced to deal with a real person.
Just a friday rambling.