Cyber love is copycat love

A while ago I got into a long argument at a Greek blog owned by the Greek writer Nikos Dimou. Here is what the debate was about: Dimou published a post about the creation of continuously closer bonds of dependence, friendship and other sentiments between him and his commentators.

I am impressed that so many persons dealing with communication through a screen adopt perceptions of such type. Take a cyber look and note: Which forum, chat or blog doesn’t stream with sentiment?

I am not against communication under any form, so long as the content of the discussion doesn’t involve personal passions and embraces because in that case looks, tender touches and genuine hugs are required. There is serious difference from giving a real kiss to an individual in real time to its equivalence in net which is presented as “xxx”.

Also I am impressed how easily the word “love” is splashed about in cyberspace, while here in real life people - retained or better veritable - weigh out the desire of saying “I love you”. I wrote my opinion at the particular blog but it got mangled. Each and nearly everyone shouted out loud how much caring nests in his/her heart for one commentator or the other.

Admit that no one is truly what he presents to net. How you can believe in the friendship, the affection of someone you never took a dip into his eyes? The philosophy of cyber communication (blogs, forums, chat rooms) is working in general as an occupation, as an escape by daily routine, as a game…but, oh God, the relations of loving are not built through screen…

He sunk into her eyes just to meet his idol. Why hasn’t he been forgiven after his apology? He decided to nail her harder with looks that dribbled. Her eyelids burdened with the pressure that was plied to her by his cruel stillness. She also lowered the head and did not instantly accept his body that leaned to wrap her. At that time the guy saw water flow being lost in her breasts and grins appeared to his eyes.

- Forgiven? He cowardly asked.

- No, said the woman coldly and low-voiced that the man almost guessed her answer.

He left.

I asked Dimou to translate what is written above in a cyber way – he’s a penman after all. Well, he didn’t. Either he couldn’t or I was just ignored.

So I’m turning to myself seeking for questions that answer my worries. Net sentimentalisms constitute some kind of a substitute that fills the lack in their life? It is hardly explained in another way. They don’t find other persons around to kiss them, love them or leave them with cuddliness on the body? If so it seems like they are not enough.

Another version: Persons have the tendency to avoid reality with the compromises, the decency, and the truth with all brass that the word secretes; so they burst out behind the digital mask in merciless sexual intercourses.

In the same blog there is a commentator - his nickname “Jump into Vacuity” - that is accused by the rest of spoiling the romantic mood. His comments are still deleted even when it does not offend anyone but their “aesthetic”. Pity…I mention partly one of his poems (adapted):
All cables.
However in the dawn
Once again you’ll give me away
You smile
Oh! Why are you crying now?
Were you not the one who listened to Jannis Xenakis
I fall on you
Like rain drops
Yet I only touch upon a stirella
And you underneath me
Alone a condom accompanied by inkle
You come on come on
I am a train
Now
We live the Art and Poetry.

He’s a Poet, isn’t he? He sure does seem against net relations too. Yet you just may not want to challenge their “catch-able” feelings. I can’t help but wonder how persons can leave various summer joys and acquaintances in order to xxx with cyber lovers/friends via pc...

(Published by OviMagazine)