“Social Media is better than community get-togethers”
That's the curt retort of one of my friends in response to an apparently astounded acquaintance who asked how come to him, of all people the issue seemed to entail, had come to converse on a social networking site. Earlier, we'd join the library troupe to learn about a sect’s ideology before indulging in related conversation, if not take that life-amending stride.
One way or another, that did not seem like such a trendy thing to do these days, for credibility is now determined by one's familiarity of which restaurants dish out the best continental and Japanese victuals and with what flair you can talk about the best credit card to process your Air Miles- to travel through.
Peculiarly, as my online friend with the display picture of shahrukh khan-indicated , we give the impression to be more secure talking via these social media channels rather than with each other. And trolls know this better than anybody else, and aggravate people to react.
I've seen online people talk nineteen to the dozen -which would have been unimaginable across a coffee table. remarks which divulge deep desires about people which leave you speculating if this is the same individual you've acknowledged for twenty years. We're dropping reticence online and disclosing much more of ourselves than credit card numbers and suburban addresses.
So, as one more acquaintance pointed out, again by means of an online tête-à-tête, the liberal mask we wear depends on the time, a modern-day version of 'to be or not to be'. Strangely enough, we also divulge selectively, and conceal effectively, a modern-day version 'to tell or not to tell'. Dates of birth are fudged with impunity; some relations quietly ignored digitally, locations suppressed for unknown-but-clearly-important reasons… we all do it, all the time, in the real world. But in the virtual spaces, this is rather tongue in cheek. While we bellow from the wall who we are, we're also murmuring who we're not, if others know where to give the impression of being. over and over again, I'm flabbergasted to see two persons 'friends' online when I know for a piece of evidence that at slightest one can't stand the prospect, and hum, of the other, and I think it's a reciprocated feeling.
As our lives get lived more and more implicitly, we run the peril of talking more and discerning less. We've got more communiqué devices at our fingertips than ever before but we seem to be losing the art of saying what we really imply. When we need smileys to convey happiness and sadness, we seem to be kidding ourselves that this is communication.