Day 21- People only disappear when they have somewhere to go

Emails, phone calls, conversations, words, noise, traffic and even steps feel like way too much today.   

This week was 5 days too long, I wish I could hibernate for a month in a comfy warm cave in Iceland, preferably by a hot lagoon without wifi in the vicinity.

A few hours ago I received a message on facebook from a man I couldn't immediately recognise. He sent me good night kisses and then a friend request. Confused, I check his profile and find out that he is separated and has a lot of body hair and flab as he is portrayed half naked in most of his pictures. 90% of his virtual friends are women and apparently we have one mutual acquaintance but I definitely don’t know the guy. This incident reminded me of the previous blog (30daysforonlinemendating) and how society is so digitalised that people no longer meet face to face though random daily interaction in coffee shops, art centres, concerts or nightclubs because everyone is so bloody busy updating their facebook status or checking their latest email.

Internet is another sort of addiction (not sure if better or worse than sugar) that progressively threatens taking over our lives, every last bit of it to the point that I didn't even notice the guy in beard sitting beside me in Mum’s gig until the performance was over.      

As I can’t travel again this soon I’ll use my city tower to hibernate for the weekend and will not only cut sugar but also cut off the use of the electronic devices for the next 48 hours. 

To end the day in beauty I pour hot water for a bath and add the salts brought from the blue  lagoon, this will be the closest to the experience I can get. I switch off the phone and grab the book ‘Marina’, a novel by Carlos Zafon.(1)

‘I asked him how he knew I wasn't going to disappear again. After observing me for a while, he replied, ‘People only disappear when they have somewhere to go’. (1)