Connection

Harshita Kumbhar
Harshita’s Hood
Published in
2 min readDec 22, 2017
Comfort zone? (Photo by Ricardo Gomez on Unsplash)

It is weird how all the things humans generally adore, disgust me. Disgust might be a strong word but it’s the closest that describes what I feel. It’s probably because I don’t enjoy the control it has over me. One of my recent such abhorrence — Connection.

Now, connections have many subjective definitions. And while I certainly appreciate the collective human connection to explore, the more personal ones don’t seem to make sense to me. I’m pretty good at creating a connection — given the marketing background; I can well connect what the world needs and what my messaging should be. Although when it comes to personal relationships, the void to have such a connection still exists and the need to fill it doesn’t. Chances are the void might have been filled but I simply choose to ignore it. I am yet to find a reason not to do so.

It is also surprising how people these days build a connection with each other so soon and how deep. I have never till date just easily connected with anyone. It takes efforts, from both ends of the transaction. I give up too easily, thanks to my laziness. The other end gets tired of trying and gives up eventually. Or, vice-versa. And while this entire game is in process, the only thought in the back of my head is Why. My answers never to do justice to that question and hence, I maintain a healthy distance with the connection affair.

I also don’t understand the desperate need I see in others to connect. Yes, humans are social animals but over time, we have turned so social that we don’t even have a connection with our own selves anymore. That irks me the most. We haven’t completely built a connection with ourselves, but in a magical way, we have built the same with an absolute stranger who is equally shammed. What happens next is a series of disconnections. How lovely!

I’ve reached the tail of this very ludicrous post, and made sense out of it — Connections are a farce until you have successfully built one with yourself. Period. (Oh thee dear humans, how much more will you live in denial.)

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