Going on holiday is often as much about getting away from family as from profession. Whether it's the kids, the in-laws, the dogs, your siblings or simply everything, its about escape from social connections as much as from physical ones.
We need to escape from emotional ties, time to gather our thoughts, time to ourselves, time to reflect. A constant pull on the same social threads can lead to them snapping. We need to remove the strain sometimes and allow the fibres to mend.
And that's when the paradox of separation kicks in. What parent can bear to be away from their children for long? What dog lover from her best friend? What sibling from a close family? Social bonds are hard to break. Absense makes the heart grow fonder.
And what has set me off on this philosophical wandering? The realization that my virtual social circle or my personal blogosphere has crossed a threshold whereby the sum of the parts, the aggregate of the streams, all the voices together now add up to embody another entity to which I feel a social attachment.
For the first time during my holiday imposed separation from the internet I actually felt an emtional disconnect. And its an entirely different feeling from that which I have described in previous years. Its not the same as missing the convenience of online news or IM pings or even email. What I missed was being tuned into the thoughts of my trusted circle of bloggers.
You see, that aggregate of voices now amounts to a new personality in my life. Its like a younger teenage brother with relentless energy who can be sometimes annoying but usually entertaining and often inspiring. He's been growing at an alarming rate and he needs a first shave. Sometimes I wish he'd shut up. He's even got a name - PATRIC (Personified Aggregate of my Total RSSified Information Channel). Sorry but I love wacky abbreviations ;-)
The important point is that its not any one blogger or feed but the aggregate of all those streams of consciousness which amounts to something that I can think of as a personality. Social belonging is a drug. Our brains have evolved such that we need it. When we travel we take photos of loved ones with us, we phone home, we text friends so that we can be reassured the connections still exist. There's a sense of longing. For belonging. And for my first I have detected in myself a real sense of emotional attachment to something on the internet.
It was good to get away from my little brother PATRIC for a while but now its good to have him back in my life.
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