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Sometimes When We Touch
The more time we spend at sites like this, the crazier we get(I think). Sure, it's supposed to be theraputic. Maybe we have a little catharsis. A cleansing journal. Maybe we need to talk to others without the awkward nerves of face-to-face. Maybe we seek attention for approval we are not getting elsewhere. A saving word/grace from doing ourselves harm. Maybe we come to connect with those we know like other sites(Facebook and Myspace, for examples). But, after we sit in this tub...swim in this pool for a while and have people leave comments(for whatever reaso they may take interest), we start to turn or change if just a little.
("Sometimes When We Touch" by Dan Hill 1977)
We said we came for one thing and end up doing another. It's like not liking being touched. But, as soon as someone puts their hand on you when you least expect yet direly need it, you suddenly don't fear or dislike it so much.
I think a majority of those who come here and actually stick around to comment with others are not sure why they are here. It's like once you stick your hand in something...you can't get it out as quickly or easily. Only those who keep their distance and merely graze the water's surface manage to elude the gravity of this place. They are the ones who say something(whether in post or forum) and then flutter off back to reality. They do not interact with anyone and keep activity here to a minimum. You won't find them in the "tops of the pops". They are like seagulls grabbing scraps or dropping poo before they move on to another beach. They can be mezmerizing sometimes.
It's a hunger we feel or come to feel. This is just one more of those things that makes this like the TV show LOST. I'm sure I've said all this once, and I'll say it again. They didn't go to the island by choice. They thought they were there by accident. But, it seems a choice was made for them in a way. They all came with secrets and desires. Some to get away from things. Others in need of soul searching or resolution to their problems. And, as they interact, puzzle pieces start to form and connect. They start to learn and understand why they are on the island. But then, emotions get in the way. Minds become confused. It's almost too much being so close on the island. Things become confused. And, they wish to get away yet again.
When this site becomes too much, when we spend too much time here, we suffer for it--we feel mental/emotional anguish, confusion and/or even physical pain(eye strain, stomach turning or headaches)--and feel the need to push the eject button. To get away from "it all". Some say "bye" and run off with a turn of the head and a tear trickling from the eye...but return not long later as if a cloud just passed over the sun. Others drift off and leave traces of their smiles(or frowns) before vanishing completely.
But, from what are we getting away? What is it that we are doing here anyway? What happens to our sense of purpose? What happens to logic? Why do we get carried away and confused/troubled? And, who might be profitting from it all? Why are we doing this to ourselves? Will any good come of it or will we continue to ebb and flow with the masses here like fish washing up on shore? And, why must we repeat this til we become exhausted and leave, leaving places like this to fall into obscurity and internet "crapville"? [A good idea left to rot with cobwebs and "spam".] Why must we become LOST?
[Just had to try and work these feelings out again as I find people coming and going from here. On a good note, this site has been helpful in the writing thought process. I think it's the relaxed color scheme that helps. Not the "cotton candy" comments, per se. As long as I(we) don't get caught up in all these sexual thoughts people keep having and sharing, we actually can come up with some decent pieces of work.]
Posted by brainstormer on 2009-04-08 12:49:29 | Rating: | Views: 238