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The Great Misconception


Do not tell me that you have four hundred and five friends.

Do not tell me that "everyone loves you".

Do not tell me how many likes you got from your photo in Provo.

I don't want to hear it. It's. Not. Real.

What has happened to our race?

How have virtual relationships replaced real ones?

How are we to proceed in this Bradburian nightmare?

I honestly don't know.

I can tell my best friend that I love her during a warm embrace

Not because we know each other on Snapchat 

Rather because we truly KNOW one another.

To feel, to touch, to share, is archaic.

It is obsolete.

It is a forlorn truth.

It matters to no one anymore.

This is dangerous.

This is scary.

The great misconception that we don't have to know someone to share our lives

Of course we do!

That's the whole point.

Humans are alone.

There is nobody else. 

One cannot carry on a conversion with Siri for too long

Once we lose our compatibility with each other 

There will be no healthy relationships remaining.

You don't love him.

You don't know him.

 I would love to know the circumstances that permit one to say "because I love you".

Whatever it may be, have something damn good to back it up.

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