Night talk

After night and day, there was no time left

Any veteran of online communication will tell you that night chat is a separate businessAt night, there are fewer people, but sincere communication is more open.

Suddenly there is a stable attachment, love and friendly communication it Is in the night that virtual love blooms with a particularly luxurious color.

At the dawn of the professional Internet, psychologists tried to study the effect of online chat viewing. It even happened on the hypnotic effect of colored, moving text lines on the subconscious. I have given in the chat many nights, performed, perhaps a connection with the images of Fabian Perez, single men and women in entertainment venues. A cigarette, alcohol, a sense of detachment, a sense of loneliness that gets sharper and sharper at night, and then suddenly your gaze falls on the person at the next table who seems to be experiencing similar emotions. There is an immediate desire for interest and belonging"we are of the same blood". The consequences can be unpredictable Here are the impressions of one of the first participants of our chat: THE MYSTERIOUS CONVERSATION OF A WOMAN AT NIGHT. The first conversation I went to was"Secrets of a woman."How everything passed and remained, and how it happened, that is, no more and no less than maybe in the morning minutes, seconds. Then he closed the computer and hit favorites, where the woman's only late-night reference crime chat hung. The first person I"talked to"was a girl named Lisa.

She knew how to use the chat program, not how to use it.

We learned how to insert funny pictures in the text - to speak invisibly to everyone (personal account), everything was unusual and new. I was convinced of the romance of the chat. Besides foxes, there were other meetings of the Sonata in the moonlight, Dracula. Life has acquired a special meaning, something that offers new opportunities-night chat. It was dark and cozy, and it stayed that way.

I just couldn't sleep.

Every night (and sometimes until dawn) I was sitting in front of the monitor.

We didn't just talk, we lived here. Know everything about each other, worry, be happy and be a real chatty love. I remember that my heart stopped. It just wasn't there.

In the afternoon there were only people there, and in the evening there were all the others, different, but mostly interesting.

The warmth of communication created a sense of homecoming. Yes, my friend Sonata in the moonlight prepares a so-called, even virtual coffee chat for guests. I want to tell a love story in a chat.

My friend (I don't want to say who) met a young man who was so in love that it wasn't easy to talk about us under another pretext.

They sent text messages for a long time, as well as the marriage broker, I am his friend.

Waiting for a full video chat was a nightmare, they were worried. But unfortunately, they just left me at home with the nanny on the appointed day. I, the unfortunate one, instead of being completely at the bar, go back to the chat, and then life flies. Now I'm still without a computer. I call a friend and she's over there, my computer expert friend, now everyone's talking). OK, but I fixed it myself, it didn't take the guys away from the"amenities".

And a friend who already called in the morning was happy to say:"it's a Pity that you weren't there, but we just came with a night meeting, tomorrow we will return to Moscow."She found her destiny, and I still curse this night when she couldn't be where I wanted her to be.

But they didn't leave me alone. What was wrong with me? People come to chat, to socialize.

When I returned home, I felt alone and empty

I'm no exception. At night in the chat, its romance, the atmosphere of a love chat. Imagine that for a moment. At night, around midnight, you usually go in, chat with friends and suddenly YES, it is strange, unique, interesting. The heart stops for a minute, then begins to beat differently, breathing, ceases to exhale. You notice that with every minute that passes, you meet someone who becomes more expensive and closer. picks up every word.

greets the dawn and sleeps for joy with the thought that tomorrow they will meet again right here.

fly like a butterfly all day, run home, turn on the lights once, turn on the computer, go online, wait, count the minutes. finally, the words"it is coming to us."Truth is love. Or talk about love.

It doesn't matter.

Nothing compares to the feeling. Everything changes, and even life seems to fly faster on the Internet. They are two different lives, and I don't even know which is the real one. Now I have a lot of work, but less often, but the warm memories of the good old chat are loved by women, and still in me. Now there are a lot of new people coming in, who have formed a new"family"of users on the front line.

I listen to your favorite music, again advise beginners how to insert an image, I see his favorite and distant strangers.

As before, the darkness of the night, the night of the talk.

I know I won't be alone tonight.