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Everybody is alone. It doesn’t matter if people have partners, if they’re engaged, if they have a boyfriend or a girlfriend, if they’re married or what. In a moment, everyone is alone. Even if it’s before sleeping, lying down on the bed, even if it’s on the workplace, even if it’s on a casual sex.

I spent one month talking to random people on  Omegle, Chatroulette and Aardvark.  Here’s the statistic charts to Chatroulette:
* 90% are men;
* from them, 60% are masturbating in front of the camera;
* from the 10% left, 8% are “shemale”;
* from the 2% left, 1,5% are women who just will accept to talk to other women ’cause men are trolls;
* from the 0,5% left, 0,2% are ugly;
* from the 0,3% left, 0,2% are engaged in a way;
* the last 0,1% slice lives so far that it’s better you not even dream about it.

Omegle doesn’t support webcam, that’s why it’s statistics look better:
* 65% are men;
* 15% are “shemale”;
* 18% are women;
* 2% are random people talking bizarre stuff.

I’d say that in 30 days talking to random people, I achieved an amount of 12 nice people. All of them between 14 and 22 years old. They are:
* A nice guy from Netherlands, he’s a good friend ;
* Three south korean girls ;
* A chinese girl ;
* Two english girls ;
* Four american girls ;
* A brazilian girl (from my state).

From these people, three of them are committed. Or they were before meeting me.

One of them broke up one day after our conversation. On the other day she already told me she loved me. Internet is really fast! Amazing.

Another one had a boyfriend when I met her. Unfortunately, she was really confuse. She was keeping a long distance relationship with a younger boy, who she was not attracted by; And there was a cool and attractive guy from her neighborhood. I didn’t help at all, I told her what we use to say in this situation: that she needed to think about it wisely, to be honest with herself, and to do whatever she wanted, if and only IF she really wanted it. Well, now she’s not on a long distance relationship anymore.

The last one, oh, I’m proud of her, she keep loyal to her boyfriend. They’re a cute chinese couple. She’s all resptective, she yelled at me when I called her “dear” or “baby”, what would be pretty common on less conservative countries. I like it, now we treat each other like brothers. I always wanted a younger sister on the other side of the globe.

I met an american who had the same dilemmas I do, another one who thinks exactly like me. I knew a girl who shared her taste in music with me. I knew innocent people and libertine ones. But what really impressed me is that everyone was there for the same reasons, but all of us use to say the same lies (except for some exceptions).

I even created a script about how to introduce me avoiding the banalities that these people are used to treat other people nowadays. Usually, people log on these chat rooms and they hurry to ask “asl” (age/sex/location) to know everything as fast as possible. Why, Lord?! Why people don’t take the opportunity to enjoy the conversation calmly? I’d rather to do this way:

“Hi” — “How are you?” — “What’s your name”

No one EVER spects you to ask this type of common questions. The good part of it is that you already put away those people who are just looking for virtual sex. And it’s possible to know the person’s gender just by the name, instead of asking that coarse question “boy or girl?”.

After that, instead of hurrying to “Where are you from?” or “How old are you?”, it’s time to surprise them again: “What do you like to do? What’s your interests?!”. This turns possible to people look at you with other eyes. They won’t treat you as a byte flow through optic cables no longer. People can feel you a little bit more sensible. Sometimes, people even start to keep some consideration about you, almost like you’re another person too.

After that, you can talk whatever you’d like to. The dutch boy impressed me with an amazing will to help people I’d never seen before. One of the american girls gave me a knock-out when she asked me to tell her a true story I was living in this moment. I returned it tit for that and I answered as honest as ever. I don’t regret.

Even then, almost all of them tell the same lies. “What brings you here?” has almost the same answer: “I don’t have anything to do”. So, why they don’t go watch some TV? Why they don’t go play some game or go out with friends? Or even sleep, or make something productive? I answer it fast: “I’m here ’cause I feel alone, I’m trying to fill my emptiness”. And almost all of them show the same signals that they’re this way too.

Why talk to people who you’d never seen (and never will see)? I swear I don’t understand it. Actually, I do. I look for a way to busy myself. But what about other people? The same. These people want the same I do. They want to raise, at least a little bit, their self-esteam, caress our ego. They all want someone to see them on the camera and say they’re pretty. That you’re smart, or you have a nice job, or even that the country where you live is cool.

People want to feel loved ’cause they lost their hability to love. Or maybe they do ’cause they overflow this hability. But they all look for it on a sensible relationship, an easy breakable relationship. Well, if you don’t like something in someone, you just need to press “Block” on MSN or AIM or Facebook. It’s pretty easy to leave someone you’d never seen. ‘Cause we just don’t want to feel alone until Rapunzel throws her golden bunches through the window or the Enchanted Prince arrives on his white horse.

People behavior is so common that everybody pass through the same steps: When we regret the distance. When people say it’d be fun to meet. When people say we’d be welcome as guests at their homes. When people say they miss us. When they ask us to go there. As it was as easy as going to the corner of the street.

Actually, I can’t say I’m sure everybody feels this way. I suspect that those people I identify as my similar feels this way too. But everybody, now I’m sure of it, all of us are affraid of losing (even more) in this life.

I’d like people to know that all of you are really my friends, or I treat you as you were. I don’t judge you from these opinions, I just noticed that all of us are, in a certain way, victims of the same emotional disease.