My Diary Part 2

The promised email...

Email – look how time flies. I remember sending my first text message, from my first phone, which initially couldn't send anything. Only later did this service arrive. My first text message was: "If it arrives, ring me, if it doesn't, ring twice..." A friend who read it rang me twice. After I'd finished laughing, I got chills. And what now? The end of the letter-writing era? Now, instead of telegrams, we write text messages, and instead of letters, emails. Apparently, the Japanese are working on creating a way to transmit scent over the internet. Brrr... what times!

So, I'm writing you a "letter"... it's easy to see how the importance of such "modern" letters has diminished. They can be sent at any time, from anywhere, and it will arrive in seconds. Back then, you had to be more dedicated, write by hand; there was no delete button, so you had to write carefully, go to the post office, and send it. If someone gave me the opportunity to choose a time to live in, it definitely wouldn't be the turn of the 21st century. Besides, it would be hard to choose a single historical moment. I've been thinking lately that we seem to be going backward. Our scientists would have a hard time building a pyramid in our time, at the same pace people did back then, and the wheel wasn't invented back then! And these blocks are supposedly from faraway places, so I have to see it someday. I once read an article about Native Americans. Ask anyone what they think of Native American tribes, Black people, and other peoples living in our time, the era of the internet, MP3s, and DVDs – they'll tell you they're backward and simple. There are still a few such "virgin" places in the world. In the middle of the Amazon rainforest, where no roads lead, accessible only by helicopter or river, live Native Americans (I want to go there someday). You could say they're a nation that can't read, is ignorant, and their only contact with our civilization is through missionaries. And few people know, for example, that an Indian child can repeat a book several hundred pages read to them word for word, and when placed on a street corner, they can tell you which cars were driving and where, their color, and the people who passed by, what they were carrying, and what they were talking about. And our European smart-ass people can't even explain it. They learn any language in a week and remember it their whole lives. Maybe it's a good thing they live there and wouldn't even think of coming to us, because our "intellectuals" would develop a complex.

You know, sometimes I think about this longing we have for each other. It's strange. I even gave this "phenomenon" a name: I think it's "Soul chemistry." Some smartass once attempted to scientifically explain these interpersonal relationships. Things like friendship, love, and longing. He said a special chemical called phenylethylamine was to blame. I'll explain it to you in "normal" terms. This "Soul chemistry" happens in people when they're with someone for a long time. And this "Soul chemistry" affects our brains with increasing force because there's more and more of it, until finally there's so much of it that it turns into an even stranger substance (it takes longer to write), and it's supposedly a derivative of amphetamine (it's a drug!). And if you don't have this substance for a long time, you're starving... and people call this longing longing. So, Asia, you're like a drug! I called it "Soul chemistry" because it's our souls that miss each other. I'm afraid of our meeting because if I miss you, it'll be bad.

Have you ever wondered why someone stays with someone? What happens then, and how important it is that everything is in its right place? How important is this understanding with your significant other? What's the point of dating for two years when you're spending the rest of your life with that person? I recently spoke with a friend. The one whose wedding I attended in October. He's devastated. It happened to him and he had to get married. I know you'll say it's his fault, and there's probably a lot of truth in that. But it gives me food for thought. I feel sorry for him, but unfortunately, you can't get back time. He was (and probably still is) a very sensitive man. I learned a lot from him; we have similar views and understand each other well. Now he's lost interest in everything; he's missing that one thing: that chemistry...