The keystroke is a dangerous thing for both the people who are reading the keystrokes as well as the person punching the keys. This includes Facebook, Instagram and on-line dating sites. Pick your poison.
Do you remember Cyrano De Bergerac? The ugly man, which wanted to win the beautiful woman by using another person’s face. Posting pictures of your former self, afraid of the person you’ve become. Don’t be they aren’t who they used to be either.
This is the modern day dating tale. You can become anyone you want behind those keystrokes. Beautiful, successful, unmarried, available, athletic, rich, smart and all the people you have envisioned yourself to be. I mean you are these people right? Just on the inside.
Deceptive, clandestine meetings that will never happen, building up the imaginary settings of what could happen and who you could become. The problem is you can never measure up to the person you’ve created. You are married, unavailable, unemployed or maybe not with the job you said.
The keystroke has a mind of its own. Promising, advising, encouraging and listening with a delicate touch has my undivided attention.
Who doesn’t love the fantasy? Is it your fault the person who reads your keystroke is thirsty for the realness you portray? Are they accountable at all? You are so smooth and you have a captive audience. Did you mean it to go this far but you can’t stop the keystroke once it gets going? It has a mind of its own.
The culprit is common sense goes right out of the door. So thirsty and hungry for attention, that you envision hope. Hope is the foundation of faith and faith that the keystroke is there for you. The bendable ear gives birth to being heard. Maybe someone is finally listening. I’m still a viable person. I’m breathing, feeling and seeing this person is really into me. They are willing to make changes and they haven’t even met me. I locked common sense out of the house because she is no fun and the last time we listened I was left alone, even if it was on my own volition.
The keystroke has to be telling the truth, I’ve been communicating for some time and it knows me. Laughs with me, knows my pain. The keystroke knows my sensibilities.
If the keystroke meets me, maybe they will see that I really am a beautiful person on the inside. Maybe I don’t quite look like the picture and maybe I’m totally a different person. My heart was in the right place.
The keystroke is not the culprit of my pain. I am. So I won’t allow the keystroke to fool me again. I’ll be more diligent to investigate the wonderful stories I read with anticipation of next the message.
As I the keystroke am panning my next victim (did I say that)? I’ll realize the devastation I’m causing by being less than honest. If I really feel the need to keystroke dishonesty, then I’ll write a novel of fiction it pays better and no one will get hurt.
We all need to be honest with our emotions and keep in perspective that we need to guard our hearts from foolishness. You will thank yourself by avoiding civil penalties, from sending money to imaginary people. Readying yourself for people that aren’t going to show up or gearing up for the person that’s looking for just a romp or just a completely different person that never existed is self-depravation.
Being optimistic doesn’t mean being foolish, it means being wise with your choices. Slow to move and listen with keen ears. If it sounds crazy, it probably is.
Stop the madness! Don’t be victim be a victor!