Sheesh, its been a while...Well, I got my Xbox 360 recently and it really got me thinking (no surprise there) when I saw that I could sign in to MSN while I was playing my games(remind me to sign out if you do see me)…It was pretty amusing but it still felt so empty and seemed to have shrunk the world, which to me...Is a little perverse…’The world feels so small’, we’ve all either said it or heard someone say it and its true both literally and figuratively…The human race is getting bigger and one day we might have to think about what we will do when we start bursting at the seems…I frankly, couldn’t care less…Who gives a fuck if one day there are so many of us, that we start eating each other and participate in one great big moshpit of a mass extinction?...As long as we haven’t fucked up the planet half as much as we already have for the other living things; I’m happy…Okay I’m missing the point…All, this MSN and Friendster and Facebook stuff…I really don’t get it…Call me a hypocrite but I do this stuff just to be polite, even then…Its only once in awhile and no its not some sick power trip about me wanting people to come look for me, so I feel needed…I’ll be the first person to cut people off and push them away on some innate principle I don’t even understand; but that’s a whole other story…Think about it, even this blog, is not exempt because its not a platform for self expression or a ‘Social-Network’ like Facebook…Not anymore, its become a surrogate way of life, an insincere fairy tale where people go to so they don’t feel alone or so they don’t feel totally unimportant…Well, I know quite a few people who have lives outside these paper thin veils of existence…People who actively go meet other people, club, socialize the whole nine yards but Its easy to see these…Opera houses for fake memories slowly become more and more a requirement for any sort of social standing or function these days…People have even been known to pour their heart and soul into these things (I’ve idiotically, been guilty of this)…Sharing their inner most thoughts and emotions instead of maybe just talking to someone…The phone call…Its serenity is lost to all but a few…Whether its loved ones, girlfriends or boyfriends, to put it plainly; it takes a certain kind of strength, sincerity and daring to dial those numbers…Call someone to say something that’s important to you, to them, maybe just to let someone know you’re there or just to chat…Whether we realize it or not it means something to meet up with friends or speak over the phone because it takes a physical and emotional effort to simply give a damn…Call me old fashioned but I dread the day where I think back to a certain time when I ‘Superpoked’ on Facebook (sounds frigging spastic but it exists) or wrote something to someone on MSN and find that those memories are like a reflection on water, I just cannot touch, something that has taught me nothing…Time was never money but it always costs something, so why not spend it doing something that’s of bloody worth to you or someone else…Yeah, its just not my kind of scene…As someone who doesn’t sleep because his dreams make him feel so wonderfully, painfully and simply void when he’s awake…I’d rather have painful, real memories than something formed through someone else’s idea of making a profit…So what if I still sound like a fucking idealist at least I can see through this counterfeit shrink-ray for a world that really has, infinitely more to offer.
PS: Though he has all of his toys, he is never having fun.
BYE.
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