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Every time my mother tells me "Go outside, talk to people" I oblige, saying I will. But the screen in front of me is relaxing. It holds music, silence, sadness, happiness. Sure, it may be a measly electronic device, but it's just occurred to me that my friends are this device. People I've met on here, people I've known. I can access them at any time in the world. And it may be destroying our social interactions, but don't you think our social interactions are on here, Mother?
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Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 11:36 PM UTC
Electronic Devices
Every time my mother tells me "Go outside, talk to people" I oblige, saying I will. But the screen in front of me is relaxing. It holds music, silence, sadness, happiness. Sure, it may be a measly electronic device, but it's just occurred to me that my friends are this device. People I've met on here, people I've known. I can access them at any time in the world. And it may be destroying our social interactions, but don't you think our social interactions are on here, Mother?
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Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 11:36 PM UTC
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