I think a lot of people who are happy to share intimate details for ages with a total stranger online do it for their own benefit - to fill an empty day - kill time - be heard and listened to - get sympathy or whatever. That in itself is valuable. But it soon passes. They also forget that the other person could be lying about who and what they are or what they are after. They never really know this other person at all, only what they choose to tell them.
Different people look for different things, depending on what is missing from their lives already. Some want it all to come from the other person and cannot offer anything worth having in return. Eventually it all evens out only to start all over again.
I once had a very old man who was disabled and in a wheelchair, stuck at home alone a lot, message me nagging me to chat to him all day every day! He assumed everyone else online had no life and nothing else to do, and he would become their number one priority if it suited him. He only wanted to chat to younger women so he had high hopes. In the end he chatted to someone who claimed to be a young, gorgeous woman. It turned out this was a man who he was sending money to. Because, of course, no young vital woman of 20ish would spend all day every day chatting to an old man. Was she supposed to give up her studies, job, getting an income, going out, having fun, having a boyfriend? He expected her to. Totally unrealistic and very selfish.
I don't see what my post has anything to do with what seems to be a common theme of yours, that: people are selfish, have ulterior motives, and are not to be trusted.
I don't particularly care to live in a world, where, everyone except me and perhaps people I care about, are selfish, ulterior motive driven peach pickers, who aren't to be trusted.
Maybe that's the world you live in, and if that's your experience, that's too bad. I prefer not to dwell on the ugliness of life too much. Yes, it sure is ugly sometimes, and so are the people, sometimes. But, not always.
I really don't see why you have to reply to my post, with yet another story about how people are selfish, stupid, and have ulterior motives.
I don't really need the reminder, I am aware, thank-you though.
Anyone who thinks there arsehole doesn't stink, is probably misinformed; and it's enough trouble for me to look after my own arse, thank-you.
The world is what we make of it. And if that's an ideal, in a world ruled by practicality; then how practical is practicality really?
--My response to the OP is below, and back several posts, for context--
and by the by, IF conversation is to matter, context is usually an important contributing factor.
I don't think anything in particular, including socializing has to have, 'value.' The stars and the moon don't have value. Maybe some day some one will think of a way that the moon can have value; but, it's just the moon.
I don't think we have to live in a Universe of value, and purpose, and all that. We can value certain things, sure. I value manners, thoughtfulness, consideration, caring, understanding, compassion, and such; but, that just describes my feelings on such matters, or my inclinations...
I've known people, myself included, that go through extremely long bouts of social isolation, while pretty much carrying on with the same routine. It used to be that, back in the day, all we had was T.V. the telephone, and maybe dial-up internet. So we all had much more in common. Now, I could spend 10 years, watching and reading things on the internet, nobody would have any connection to at all, by having shared those experiences with me.
If I were to watch, "The Twilight Zone," in it's entirety, there are very few people, at all, much less in my near vicinity, that will be able to relate with me.
What you describe to me, sounds a bit like an experience I had long ago. It was a strange experience. I knew everything that was going to happen before it happened. There was nothing new. I knew X person would say X, and I'd respond in a predictable particular way. It went on for about 3 months that way. I think it ended, when I had this realization of some kind, about the point of all this, the everything, being to share in experiencing one another.
So, yeah, I think we can get into strange mental territory, where everything feels a bit of an echoless, empty void...
But, in my experience, everything is transitory, ephemeral, and temporary; even if those states tend to last for a long time, some times...
Internet conversation has had meaning for me, at different times over the years. The sad thing about it though, is the often temporary and ephemeral nature of it. You could share yourself, on a very intimate level with some one, who lives thousands of miles away, never meet them, and eventually move on from each other, without ever having any clue as to a great many details about their lived life, and where it went after you both parted... But, the same can happen to people we know in person as well, over time...
*shrugs* I dunno.