Conclusively, I look damn good on paper. In the three-dimensional world, the oddity that is me (a direct result between the long-standing civil war between my flaws and virtues) cannot be denied. But on paper, oh on paper... Baby, I am spectacular!
The resume, for all intents and purposes, is glittering. No extraordinary Nobel-peace-prize type honors, nor any listing of authored publications in which I describe my invention of cold fusion, but neither are there and demonstrable and unexplained gaps or any glaring misspellings. The schooling is appropriate and expensive. The employers are easily located in a Google search. I purport to have some interests and some skills. Overall, it seems to work.
Similarly, engage me in an e-mail exchange and I can make witty repartee indefinitely. Were I to re-read any such exchanges (which I certainly never do, really), I think I would really want to meet myself at a cocktail party. I read as a gregarious, well-read, (pop) culturally literate, effusive, warm human-being. In short, nothing further from what I am, especially if you approached me in some anxiety filled moment as I rush down the street in the morning, brow furled, looking pained as I bustle forward to work anticipating the day. That person - the 3D-Me - is clearly not cocktail party material.
So the ultimate question is this: Can you attend social functions, engage in meaningful social relationships, and be a wholly functioning member of society solely through your Blackberry?
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Can you attend social functions, engage in meaningful social relationships, and be a wholly functioning member of society solely through your Blackberry?
Oh, I hope so. I come across as much sharper on paper or in writing than I do in person, where I tend to giggle a lot and talk in "uptalk". Living life through a Blackberry sounds sooo perfect.
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