h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

After having written a story at an internet site (not this one), I got a lot of response, especially by a few women.

I was very surprised and after a few days we sent a lot of e-mails, every day.

This way I accidently discovered, that some people have their P.C. on all day ánd even at night. Because when someone stepped out of bed at 4 o'clock in the morning, even thén I received mail (I could read the time, written above it) with almost nó message at all.

The - general - message seems to be; "If I keep mailing you, than you will be doing the same to me".
And it wórks that way.

I must admit to myself, that it felt in some way as a warm cocoon and became addictive for my soul.
Falling in love with my own imaginations/emotional fantasies and they easily get confirmed.

After a week, I ended most of the e-mail-contacts and I even had to accustom to the real, daily, fysical world, which - in the end - I still always prefer.
No matter what adventure I enjoy; real daily life remains my compass ánd "final destination".

It was a discovering experience, but also confusing and oppressing:
Cyber-emotions in a new digital brothel.

But still to me internet and real emotions are no fundamental enemy.
Because what am I doing right now?
Exactly; writing it down at H2G2.

Finding the right balance seems to be the real art.



Greatings from Cyber - Amsterdam

I wrote; "Because when someone stepped out of bed at 4 o'clock in the morning, even thén I received mail (I could read the time, written above it) with almost nó message at all".

I should have written; "Because when someone stepped out of bed at 4 o'clock in the morning, even thén e-mail was sent to me (I could read the time, written above it) with almost nó message at all".