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Talking in real life and that 6th sense

I wanted to write this for a friend, but even for those who appreciate real or have lost touch to it. I'm talking about having contact with people over the Internet, typing through whats app or all the ways people have to communicate with each other through technology. What happened to real?

Get of your phones and do everything you can to actually spend time together.

And yes, sometimes its the only way you can keep contact, and in a lot of cases I really really wish it wouldn't be. I like real. and typing to someone over the Internet.. that's not it. A smiling face of a small yellow man, no matter how happy he might look, just doesn't beat a real smile, and the true warmth that fill`s you up when you can feel them being happy.

It`s like my friend J ( who also happens to be my life guru ;)  <3 ) said; when you meet someone or talk to someone over whats app, It`s like you lose your 6th sense.

What that means is that You cant really express yourself and be you, its easy to misunderstand. You cant really get to know someone.. You cant feel it.. feel that sign that tells you if this is a good and trustworthy person or not ? And what kind of mood are they in ? Its not real.

And talking on the phone.. well that's a bit better (and believe me I need to talk with my dear N for hours, there is almost a  200 km  distance, but girl talk is forever <3 ) But it still doesn't replace the real thing <3

 I was really afraid of the phone as a child, I couldn't understand that it was the same person talking to me as in real life, I just to hide and get shy when grandma called... :D

I don`t think my future kids will have smart phones, at least not until they learn the importance of other, more real types of communication and spending time together  :)

Well anyway, we probably just have one life, so if only in any way possible, get together, get off your smart phones ( I will too ! ), and then...

Real Life is beautiful, remember to feel it and live in it.



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