Early 2000 when I knew the internet. In the beginning, I have no idea what chatting is all about I just heard many were going crazy. One thing that made them crazy is when they were in front of the computer and start chatting I saw their faces very expressive especially when they open their webcam and see each other. The interaction was so fast it seems like they knew already each other. The way they were talking they are like an old friend that for so many years never had a chance to communicate again. Silently, I was smiling because I couldn't imagine myself someday somehow I might be like them-internet addict (hehe). But on the other hand, I asked myself "why not" if being an internet addict is an answer to my desire to know more about computers than I have to.
I guess like no one else fascinates by the rapid transformation of the new technology. If before we have to wait months of months before our packages or letters arrive today, not anymore in just a few seconds we can have it. I feel like nowadays life's become easier all your needs are on the internet from shopping, earnings, selling, communication, etc. The competition was so tight, the company's become more vulnerable to develop high definition gadgets like cellular phones, digital cameras, laptops, personal computers, games, and many more and this could mean things become more real- the way we see it.
I don't know if I have to thank the genius or not because I am skeptical of the end effect. End effect in the sense that creativity of the people is now going up high- they can create to whatever they would like to, the more people express their wants, their likes, and their needs. Computer and the internet totally changed the lives of people- to use the internet, an expert is no longer necessary. It's hard to admit but I have to, internet influenced me a lot not only for those gadgets, knowledge that I mentioned but the relationship I had with the people I met online. It's no joke to build trust in the people that even in your wildest dreams will not happen you never see them in person. The only thing that makes it believable is looking live at the web camera and talking over the headset. Liberated and conservative chatters are easy to identify because their actions speak louder than what culture and values they have. The funny experienced I had was with my cousin when she was chatting with a guy from Iran. Obviously, my cousin was an amateur chatter so she had no idea that guy was making a "gimmick". He showed a knife to my cousin and he wants to kill himself by cutting his wrist in front of the web camera while my cousin is watching. My cousin didn't buy his idiot idea instead my cousin was totally stopped communicating and drop him 6 ft below the ground. Hehe!!!
It was an accident that my internet obsession started. I was on my way home when I saw an internet shop- I was problematic before because my name was included for the retrenchment and I know that it is very hard to find another job considering the economic crisis and the many qualifications that company asked. I was depressed then so I decided to chat and to see what chatting looks like I must admit I was once then a mediocre person- innocent and know nothing. I know my character was annoying because from time to time I kept calling for assistance and I had a glimpse of the crew I saw their faces will not be identified. It took me so long before I know chatting at all. The first person I met online was Spencer from Austin, Texas. He was a nice person and I was able to confide in him without taking advantage of my innocence. (char!) Were on the same page when it comes to sports- NBA basketball. He was a Mavs fan while I am to Spurs. When Dallas and San Antonio played in the NBA finals he was upset and pissed off for his team lost the championship. We've been friends for awhile-for some reason he's gone but my good memories with him still living. As my obsessions going I spent more than eight hours on the internet cafe I started at 9:00 am and I end up to 6 or 7:00 in the evening(for chatting alone) before and after office hours. My days cried when I can't drop by at the internet cafe. Then I met a lady who has the same obsession as mine. She spent more hours chatting and it became her hobby until she met someone and fell in love with them but their relationships didn't last because the guy was getting married to somebody. There were so many things that happen along the way. It's hard to deny like other women riding the trends to online dating. I am one of them- fell in love and heartbroken. My relationship lasts quite along. In all fairness, that relationship though the ending wasn't good but I had a good time and fun with it and I felt the love surrounds us. Yes, it's painful but that's how love goes, that's what love is all about- there is no assurance if you ending up together or walk separate ways. The pain healed shortly but the recovery took me long before I completely accept and letting it go. I will be a hypocrite if I didn't cry. Yes, I cried because I was a fool, I was hoping, I was hurt, and I refused to accept the reality that we won't be, will never be, and could never be. The love journey will not stop there as long as you are alive you still have a chance to be with another man, another love, and a new relationship. As I walked on, I know things will never be easier the more I put myself into the right perspective there still uncertainty. Not all about love or relationships that are included on this journey. Eventually coming from nowhere I met good people with good hearts where who became my friends-good friends. All of them have different persona even they are online friends but I feel like they are not.
Before I had less knowledge about computers but now I must say I have enough although I need time to learn more. Through the internet, I learned I should not limit myself. I have to be open-minded and I have to welcome and embrace any opportunities. The door is wide open, enough to accommodate those who are willing and interested to dare the new challenge of the new technology.
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