What Madness is this Love?

by cunningstuff

I once was told that if you have five hits of acid you are a certifiable insane person. I definitely do not agree with that, but if you are in love, be prepared to do the craziest things you have ever dreamed of. My love life of late is pretty stable, but the crazy thing is how we met. I was reading on the idea of the universe being a hologram, and this relates to how we met. I was in a virtual world, and one where the creators are the citizens, SecondLife, when we met. What are the chances that two people could fall in love by exchanging electrical information? Essentially  that is what we all really are, electrical information to each other. Our brain does not work like a computer, it is very obvious the differences between computers and people. We are however, stored as electrical information, when we think of each other, remember each other, fond thoughts and sweet circumstances aside, it is still our electric pathways that allow us to remember.

When I was a child, we had no push button phones, they were made with a dial, that used a set measurement, the radius of the dial, and a set of electrical impulses created by turning the dial in a set way. The world was sent to me in two media forms, the radio and the television, and just as men went to the moon the year I was born, one of my earliest memories was of Elvis Presley, performing live from a satellite transmission in Hawaii. I had an entire encyclopedia at home, and I read the whole thing. I had a globe with all the countries, showing the terrain through a rough touchable surface, that approximated the placement of mountains and oceans. I am truly an electrical baby, never knowing the dark like my ancestors did, never knowing what it is like to walk in a field unaided in light or equipment. There are very few places on earth that I had access to that would allow me to be far from light pollution, and even when there was, no one thought much of putting a bright light in the middle of the campground to let everyone see things well. When I was a teenager, my virtual worlds were on paper, and on paper my imagination was allowed access to the new reality of who we are, the virtual world. I am one of the few who was born in just the right time to watch us go from the electrical and mechanical, to the digital.

My fiancé  was born just four and half years after me, and grew up with the same exact problems and advantages. We are sitting sideline watching with interest at the Luddite tendencies of the business world, one controlled by those who are older, and the chaos and lack of passion in the new generation coming up, pampered by such a wealth of information they have no wonder of the world or the universe anymore. I tell anyone under 35 how we met, and they say,”Oh that is so romantic, congratulations!” I tell anyone over 40 and they say, “Oh… so you haven’t actually met?” I am beginning to recognize that although I understand the older pathways, I am no longer accepting them.  Information is being exchanged at higher and higher rates of speed, and instead of changing and flexing with these ideals and information, these older generations are becoming ever more stodgy and unrelenting. I find us to be early adopters, there are many 44-year-old people who are refusing to take part of the new information and digital abilities we have,  where 20 year olds who grew up with internet and cell phones have no problems accepting our relationship.

Right now I am writing this into a cloud memory system, independent of what kind of computer I use, so long as I can access a web browser. On my other screen I am streaming YouTube videos, reclaiming MTV for my own personal use. Both screens are flat screens, but since there is no touch system, I am a little bit behind. I however much prefer two screens to one, as I can take information at that speed comfortably. It is not much different from my great grand father playing a wax tube of Mozart while writing with a pen, it’s just ten times faster. It is not that big a jump either to me, for my forefathers to fall in love with a handwritten letter writer, using the human imagination to think about their life with a future lover, than it is for me to find my love in a digital exchange on a virtual world.

I felt the same things I have felt in the past when I met a person in the real world. We met and there was a spark. I can not explain what it was, but it was a spark. She asked me to dance, and I, being rather selfish at the moment, answered no. No one ever asks me to dance though, unless they want something usually, but she just left me to be. I was sooo curious as to why, I felt compelled to talk to her. I felt that spark, that pulled me farther in. We talked for a bit, then she took me shopping, because as a guy, I am hopeless as to fashion. She used to be a fashion model in SecondLife, so she had a tip or two, we talked more, and then, there was that awkwardness of wanting more. All of this has happened in real life, the good conversation, the interest builds, the want of more. When I asked her to partner me in SecondLife later, I was so nervous my hands shook. It felt the same as asking for that first date, that realization you want to go steady, be exclusive, pursue this to the end.

We never go to SecondLife anymore, we have a real life to follow and be a part of with each other, and SL just takes up to much time compared to being able to have a real conversation and be with each other. For the past year it has been like that, we play a game or watch some video, then relax and fall asleep with each other, leaving Skype on for 10-16 hours at a time, just enjoying each others company and companionship, and now, I am but three weeks from going to Australia and meeting her in real life.