another of my lines. it came out perfectly loud and indeed everything was true. coats on, ready to leave the restaurant but the conversation was so interesting that we all sat at the table with our furs on. the table next to us had just had delivered some deadly scented fish soup. we all burst into laughter and decided it was going to be the title of my next post.

the subject was intriguing and intertwining: communication vs conversation.

the scene.

a girl on a long distance relationship. ingredients: Skype, email, video, computer, airplanes and 9 hours time difference.

another girl at the eve of an unpleasant divorce. ingredients: nasty text messages, false communication just to limit contact at the minimal.

our best friend on the verge of a nervous breakdown ‘cause of too many dates to chose from, he had to cancel on someone, quickly, what a pity. ingredients: dating sites, texts, ignore texts, email.

and there was me, waiting for a phone call : “Damn it, I don’t want to miss it, but I hate leaving the phone on the table” type of spinning. ingredient: the ring on the phone.

we are submerged by means of communication. most flunk when you need them: “call failed”. nothing worst than connecting again after an unwanted abrupt interruption, “so, I was saying” and the flow, the magic, the intention, the tone, the spirit are gone.

hot spots, immediate texting, the “I am going to post it on Facebook” facilitate communication but kill conversation.

we find ourselves under a blanket of daily communications, hundreds of emails in the inbox, delete the junk, feel the urge to spread the latest gossip right now. fewer times we engage in a conversation.

I have learned. now relationships end on Twitter or because of Facebook.

however, when you first met that same person, wasn’t fascinating that “we could talk for hours about anything” or “we have so many things in common we didn’t realize that the evening went by”?

it is rare to be able to share experiences, laughter, thoughts, hypothesis, passions, sports, colors. you should always be able to feel those butterflies in the stomach.

the key is the conversation. the killer is when you find yourself left like the last stuffed pepper on the tray that nobody wants, (Laura Esquivel depicts it very well in “Like water for chocolate”) just because somebody else is faster @ tweets or at deleting you from the Facebook contacts.

on a lighter note: don’t make what you think into what you know.

have a conversation first.