I am no longer the person I used to be.  The technological innovation has changed my life to that of a totally  different person. I didn’t have any intention to write this article, but  I feel that my fingertips are aching, and I can’t help but scratch  them. Worse, I have to touch the keyboard to do so. I am a slave to the  computer–more precisely, to the internet. My blind devotion to the  internet has started only recently. My misery started the day I moved to  a new place. I moved from a very sociable place where I was enjoying  close friendly relationships with people of my own blood to a place  where everything seemed strange and hostile. Consequently, my connection  to the virtual community grows worse.
Although  overpopulated, my new town seems stagnant. The days are short and  quiet. The nights are deadly long , still and have a serene sky with  hardly any stars, such a big difference from before! Around them the  dying, pale moon blocks the eye. Having been worried by a bunch of  stereotypes and prejudices about this new town and its people, I was not  in a good mood, nor ready to enter any new circle of acquaintances. I  walked to and from the shops mostly alone, seldom with my wife, and  only, then, whenever she got bored of the four corners and the different  silly TV series. I hardly find any free time for real people and for  practicing my hobbies–although much of it is free, the Internet  increasingly consumes more of it. My guitar is kept in a corner, and I  rarely touch it. Exercise is absent in my new life, except those few  stairs I have to walk twice a day.
I  feel attached mentally and physically more to the virtual world than to  the real world where I live. You can’t imagine how sad I felt the whole  day when I learned that my facebook friend, whom I’ve never met, had  lost one of his close relatives. Some people may find this weird, but  when your real and virtual existences are so complexly interwoven, it  scarcely makes any difference. To be frank, I do care for the ”Likes”,  shares, posts and comments as much as I do for shaking hands, kisses on  the cheek, hugs and smiles.
Facebook,  Twitter, Google etc.., have made me a different person. Whenever I see  something beautiful or attractive in the real world, I just wish it had a  LIKE button to click, as in Facebook. The other day, my wife and I were  invited to dinner at my colleague’s house. When I took a mouthpiece  from the Tagine that his wife served us, it tasted so delicious that I  unconsciously was looking for the LIKE button to express my satisfaction  and gratitude. It is not out of my ignorance to those conventions and  friendly expressions we ought to say in such occasions, but icons,  symbols and language of the virtual world have overwhelmingly occupied  my thought so much lately that this was the most natural response to  have risen in me automatically.
I  have in my Facebook and Google accounts friends that outnumber the  “real” ones that I frequently meet. However, can we consider all those  people that we have in our accounts, friends? Why do we accept or send  invitations to people we don’t know? Maybe it is because the virtual  world has norms totally different to that of the real world. The  difficulty is when the two become blurred.
By Larbi ArbaouiMorocco World News
Taroudant, Morocco, March 20, 2012
http://moroccoworldnews.com/2012/03/facebook-the-dreamlike-world/32069



