All we're really trying to do is connect.
To see if someone cares. We tweet. We blog, we upload and update. Then we refresh- does anyone "like" that thought? Does anyone care, at all?
If the core purpose wasn't so that we'd make a connection with people, we'd keep it private. We'd scrawl it in a notebook, or a sticky note and let it go. We wouldn't give a damn enough to let people know we were wearing fucking sequined leggings, but we want to believe that people actually give a fuck. Do we?
Sometimes, I wish there was an obvious 3D way to prove we're actually making a connection. Besides feelings- which to be brutal aren't always reciprocated. So we go on chatting and blabbing as so-and-so dreams up what they're having for dinner as you slit your heart open on your sleeve and they Twitter, "Mexican food or PBJ?"
Verbal communication can't be "saved" or archived, it just has to exist- and then we forget it. And then, when we've started relying so much on virtual connecting the 3D stuff ends up getting harder. We're scrolling through proof on our iPhone (or what have you) that "people are out there understanding us" while we're in a room full of tangible beings, with audible voices and body heat.
One-way head nodding conversations while we miss the connection completely is making me feel empty. Assurance through comments, emails, and people throwing Super Poked sheep at you is all lovely- but while we're trying to connect, are we missing out on the tactile connection? Has our security in relating to people/things/life boiled down to whether it exists on a web page or not?
I want 3D.
I want the equivalent of "like buttons" when I'm engaging with the people I know. I want actual flowers not pixelated ones. I want a postcard that has fingerprints and smudges, imperfect handwriting and doodled smiley faces with a random postage of a Disney character, or your state flower. I want an invite on stationary with shiny pieces of confetti and an rsvp card to scribble "accept +1." I want a real toast, with clinking glasses and splashes of red wine on napkins and tablecloths, instead of a virtual margarita.
I want to flip through the jacket of a CD and feel the gloss of the paper while I read "thank yous" to people I don't know, instead of reading iTunes reviews from faceless user names.
I want to know what your voice sounds like. I want to hear inflection and stumbling when you attempt to find "the perfect word."
I don't want to be texted "I love you" I want to hear it. Being the trend instead of creating the Trending Topic. I want to listen. I want to smell, make, taste the recipe instead of comment on it. I want my ears to ring from the high note of a belly laugh. I want eye contact and big bear hugs, instead of multitasking and hurried taps on the back. I want to connect equally, with as much depth, to the people breathing my same air and standing in front of me, as I do to the ones reading this.
There's a beautiful and magical way in which we can make a connection with virtual (no pun intended) strangers, simply by putting out our words. Our images and ideas. The connection isn't any less valuable.........in fact, its priceless and I'm stupidly grateful that I have it, especially when my 3D world feels, lonely. Or empty.
......but what happens the we're all so caught up virtually that we neglect what's solid right in front of us?
3D.....OR 2D? What do you want?