For the life of me, I never imagined I could learn to love someone I had never met in person, and based solely on words they anonymously typed on this amazing entangled web of wires, and more recently wireless transmitters and receivers, that connect the box with the flashing lights in my home with similar boxes throughout the world. It’s even more remarkable that the communication that elicits such strong emotion can now be delivered with lightning fast speed through small hand held devices, some of which are identified as “telephones”, tho that term narrowly identifies but one function of those mini marvels.
Technology has been good to us in many regards and I’m certain most of you kids laugh at us oldtimers, who at one time knew only pen and paper, envelops (with the very real risk of tongue papercuts) and postage stamps that you had no choice but to lick (or, at least, never gave that a second thought and considered if it might be more prudent to moisten in another manner), to transmit written words to someone you called a friend. Having lived the evolution of the internet and computers themselves, from the forest worth of punched thick papercards through the“magic” of today, I think gives one a greater appreciation of this medium that those who have known no other way, have come to expect.
And how does one establish trust, let alone love, on such an anonymous system, when the words someone types, and the little webs those words weave as to connotation and meaning, can be anything the author wants them to be: the truth, perhaps with a personal bias or touch of flourish, a relating of someone elses story they call their own, a fictional representation of something or just plain bull-shit thrown at you maybe even with the purpose of deceiving you and tricking you into believing something otherwise ridiculous.
Well, you “just know” don’t you? I like to think my advanced years and vast experiences make me better at “just knowing” but many of you kids could challenge that and I could not argue your challenge. Particularly, if you, like me, have not been knowingly fooled to the contrary, by one whose words you “just knew” were true and sincere, but were in fact otherwise.
I take ever word that everyone writes on fluther as “your word” but am realistic and know it may be conveying a stretch of the truth or bullshit and there is no way in hell that I would risk anything of value on those words. Some of your may be fine actors, but what a waste of time this place would be if I couldn’t put, as I do, a large amount of trust in the words of cwilbur or jeruba or Ivan.
But the PM system offers another level of communication, a closer method for connecting, and one that allows us to lower our guards a bit more and truly get to know someone on a very personal level, and to share private stories, establish trust and respect and nurture cyber-love. And that’s excactly what I have done with some remarkable women here, including @gailcalled, @SuperMouse, @cak, @augustlan and most importantly and dearest to my heart, @marina.
Marina has helped me through some very tough times and is always there for me like a shiny beacon from a steady lighthouse amid a violent, threatening storm. And she not only provides clear direction but is a calming force that extinguishes that storm and leaves me feeling thoroughly comfortable and warm and happy. And that is exactly how I feel every single one of her posts makes the flutherer to whom it was addressed feel, unless of course trhey deserved a slap in the face, which she is quite capable of delivering and not a bit bashful in exercising. And that is why I love marina more than I have ever cyber-loved anyone in my live and why she is so very special to me. Congratulations sweet Marina….you are the best. Sending lots of love and lurve….Gary aka wtf