I have friends online that I can share things with that I can’t with my offline friends.
I have fallen more deeply in love online than I have offline.
I have had sex online that was so good that it knocked the socks off a lot of the sex i’ve had in a real bed.
I have made friends online.
I have hurt people and been hurt.
Touched people and been touched.
Met people I never could have otherwise,
Met people that I hope I know forever,
Met people I hope I never hear from again.
I have felt like I live on a planet not an island.
I have seen things I never should have,
And seen things that I am so glad I have,
that my life would be smaller without them.
Is this the future?
Is this how we live our lives now?
I fucking hope so.
“Quiet please children.” says the museum tour guide gathering their attention. “Now although we laugh at them today”, she continues, “human beings were nevertheless the first species on our planet to build civilisations.”
Some of children snicker at this: they’ve seen pictures of humans and their hovels.
“What happened to them?” asks one child.
“Was it a giant meteorite?” another wants to know.
“Or a terrible plague?” offers yet another eager face.
“Not exactly.” the guide explains, “The human civilisations thrived for thousands of years, they built giant towers, wrote magnificent books and even sent men into space.” She clears her throat. The children look up at her. “Then”, she continues, “they invented the internet and became the first and only species in history to masturbate themselves into extinction.”