Virtually devoid of life Reality

Virtually devoid of life Reality I have a dear friend, Diana, I used to quite often for lunch. In recent years, his work for the jouey between the three cities. I miss it terribly. I also have another friend, Josh, who has used in my city. Josh and his wife currently live in another country, and Josh and I often communicate via e-mail. Both reports have developed virtual friendships. These electronic friendships were widely open, open and loving connections. I still love the people, but I'm starting to hate our connection.I understand that the network has many positive aspects. One of these is the ability to communicate quickly across territorial boundaries and to connect with family and friends all over the world. I like e-mail my children, so when it is too late for them to know that when you wake up, have one? Letter? mother. So far as I can with my husband, him or me, if there are more. I like all the information I can find to spread so quickly. I like the simple sense of camaraderie and community I have colleagues who refer to the same organizations that do, or live far away. There are all kinds of things that I like about net.Truth be said, in my opinion, aspects of the network and, in particular, e-mail more than I like. I hate to loose the body between the souls who once maintained a base for the real-life confidence, anger, joy and love. I miss the intimate inflections of real voices in conversation, or see the expressive gestures of the hand by one of my children. I miss the sound of a friend? Voice over the phone how to give more and talk less. I hate the massive amounts of e-mail, reckless clog my screen, just because someone could? T sleep and decided that everyone in their address book free tasteless joke. I look forward to the petitions, I asked, and spam e-mail that I receive. I miss him in the library as often as I once was, and with the introduction of a librarian to me to read an unexpected treasure. Mostly, though, I was sad because I know that soon many people hardly know the difference between a real and a virtual connection. I don? T wants to become one of them.I have a mode woman with a traditionalist? S soul. I am old enough to remember the sound of the milk truck of glass bottles clanking announced the new day? S Molkerei delivery. I also Poignant memories of the day I realized that the milk must be pasteurized and homogenized. Young people, as it was then I knew that if my children, hear, taste, feel and experience life in a way unimaginable even for me, have never known the joy of keeping their fingers after the close of the neck bottle to try the cream on top when the mother was not? t search. In fact, it probably does not know the taste of real New cream.Life passes, and I with I being part of a virtual world. I use the Inteet, and I live by e-mail too. Yes, writing a book is easier than in a document on a typewriter. And, I know that marriages with innocent e-mail. I know that technology is shrinking our world in a way which is not a major success. Still, I miss Diana and Josh. Our virtual connection, we can say things that may not always feel free enough to say in person. E-mail us connected, but basically, I miss the easy laughter and the touch of the two. The essence of each of them is no longer in my life. If I am that I am the reality of what have.Life is too difficult to do alone, Dr. D. Lynn Dorree, Ph.D. The author Dorree Dr. Lynn is co-founder of the Institute of Advanced Studies of Psychotherapy and a practicing physician in New York and Washington, DC. Dr. Lynn served on the Board of the American Academy of Psychotherapists and she is in the drafting of the publication of the votes. It 'also a regular columnist for the Washington, DC newspaper, The Georgetown. Dr. Lynn is a popular and well known speaker on the lecture circuit.