It is not hard to imagine a depressed woman, huddled over a key board in a room only illuminated by the cold light of the computer spilling her heart to anybody who will pretend to listen. But the moment of synergy, that moment when you look deeply into the eyes and see you have connected and have started a bridge of understanding, is a plunge into the psyche of the other person. and an area, possibly, of shared experience for even more understanding of our commonalities as human beings.. It is too bad that this is as far as the media allows you to take it. But proximity is meaningful in human interaction. The closeness to another human being cannot be animated by a computer interaction. There is, in the deeper, more intimate level, no one there. No one there behind them as they share, no one in her bed no one in her life who she has the courage to tell about her depressed moods.
A machine counselor, or confessor if you prefer, cannot give the skin to skin, heart to heart comfort that a nice face to face meeting with your mom or dad would offer.. I am watching and formulating a line of thought that would see down the road a bit. As yet my most passionate thought is the consequences when people stopped looking at each other. Or the world for that matter.
It is like being a witness to a fools parade. Where all are clowns with bullhorns. Much noise but no message. we cannot understand through the din of idiots, on bullhorns; preaching confessing and complaining.
There are too many who suffer under the delusion that they know something.
The immediacy of face to face interaction is gone. The charm of face to face interaction is gone. The depth of understanding that comes with face to face interaction, with each look, each twitch, raised eyebrow, smile, smirk, and frown is no longer there to help flesh out the meaning and give greater depth to our discourse.
Above all, it is the remote nature of sending messages through the network that erodes the restraint that comes with in-person conversation.Courage is easy as we snipe at one another from a distance. Imagine a world where we can lie with impunity to a LOT OF PEOPLE, and the hurt we wreak upon each other can go unchallenged.
Now you enter a room and no one greets you. You speak and no one replies. Everyone is staring at little screens. Conversation, once thought to be an art form, is now nothing more than an intrusion. There is something wrong with a society when one can walk into a room full of people and feel like a ghost who has not been told they are dead….No one looks up , there is no “Hello, how are ya” , no eye contact. Just a room full of mannequins riveted to their tiny screens.