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Talking in real life vs loosing 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 am talking about having contact with people over the Internet, typing through Whatsapp 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 it is the only way you can keep contact, and in a lot of cases I really wish it would not be. I like real. and typing to someone over the Internet.. that is not it. A smiling face of a small yellow man, no matter how happy he might look, just does not beat a real smile, and the true warmth that lights up inside when you can genuinely feel them being happy.

It is like my friend J said; when you meet someone or talk to someone over Whatsapp, It is like you loose your 6th sense.

 What that means is that you can not really express yourself or show the the real you, its easy to misunderstand each-other. You can not really get to know someone.. You can not 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 ? It is not real. You can not make a true possible connection. 

 And talking on the phone.. well that is a bit better. But it still does not replace the real thing. 

I was really afraid of the phone as a child, I could not understand that it was the same person talking to me as in real life, I  used to hide and get shy when grandma called... (sorry grams)

 I do not think my possible 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 embrace it with all your senses

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