4:41 PM on Wednesday, October 21. 2009
Our mad, mad world
It seems to me that every time I look over my shoulder, the world gets a little stranger and harder to recognize. What's really hard for me to understand these days is technology and the amount of information that is being thrown around like penny candy at a fourth of July parade.
I'm only 25, for God sake, but I feel totally out of the loop when it comes to technology. I don't get Twitter. I mean, I understand the concept and I know how to use it (and try to a little), but I'm just not interested in all of the crap people are talking about. Don't we have enough on our own plates without being distracted by the chatter of millions of people with nothing better to do? The same goes for facebook and myspace. What's the deal?
Blogs I get and can understand for the most part. I've been blogging since 2000, back when LiveJournal was THE place to go. It's fun to just let loose and write, and some people are simply fascinating to read about. I'll admit that I stalked a couple of people back then, reading their blogs hoping that some of their coolness would rub off on me.
What I don't get is people who make blogging their job of choice. Give me a break. That's like trying to make a living off of competitive eating (and there are people who try that). Ok, alright, I know. Blogging is the new age media and I know it's great that there are people out there reporting the real stuff that the tv news people aren't talking about, but... I don't know. I guess there's a difference between living off your news reporting blog and living off your blog that describes your shopaholic lifestyle and all the things celebrities are doing this second. It feels... dishonorable.
I think what it all comes down to is the simple fact that my generation (and the youngsters below me, especially) have a huge ego thing going. We all have this streak of narcissism running through us that makes us believe that every little move we make is so important that the world is dying to know. Well, I think that's bull.
...says the girl writing in her blog.
I wonder what would happen if we stopped spending so much time on Twitter, Facebook, Myspace and all the others, trying to make ourselves look better in the eyes of people that are too blind by their own reflections, and we started reaching out to people who needed help. Imagine, just for a moment, if everyone in the world spent just half of that time volunteering instead. Or spending with friends and family face to face. I think we're slowly losing sight of the big picture and what's really important.
Which I think is what it comes down to for me. I could be more into Twitter. I could probably be having a blast over at Facebook. But I would rather be spending time doing things that mean something to me. I'd rather be cooking, or crocheting, drawing, spending time goofing off with my husband. I'd really rather spend that time daydreaming.
I'm only 25, for God sake, but I feel totally out of the loop when it comes to technology. I don't get Twitter. I mean, I understand the concept and I know how to use it (and try to a little), but I'm just not interested in all of the crap people are talking about. Don't we have enough on our own plates without being distracted by the chatter of millions of people with nothing better to do? The same goes for facebook and myspace. What's the deal?
Blogs I get and can understand for the most part. I've been blogging since 2000, back when LiveJournal was THE place to go. It's fun to just let loose and write, and some people are simply fascinating to read about. I'll admit that I stalked a couple of people back then, reading their blogs hoping that some of their coolness would rub off on me.
What I don't get is people who make blogging their job of choice. Give me a break. That's like trying to make a living off of competitive eating (and there are people who try that). Ok, alright, I know. Blogging is the new age media and I know it's great that there are people out there reporting the real stuff that the tv news people aren't talking about, but... I don't know. I guess there's a difference between living off your news reporting blog and living off your blog that describes your shopaholic lifestyle and all the things celebrities are doing this second. It feels... dishonorable.
I think what it all comes down to is the simple fact that my generation (and the youngsters below me, especially) have a huge ego thing going. We all have this streak of narcissism running through us that makes us believe that every little move we make is so important that the world is dying to know. Well, I think that's bull.
...says the girl writing in her blog.
I wonder what would happen if we stopped spending so much time on Twitter, Facebook, Myspace and all the others, trying to make ourselves look better in the eyes of people that are too blind by their own reflections, and we started reaching out to people who needed help. Imagine, just for a moment, if everyone in the world spent just half of that time volunteering instead. Or spending with friends and family face to face. I think we're slowly losing sight of the big picture and what's really important.
Which I think is what it comes down to for me. I could be more into Twitter. I could probably be having a blast over at Facebook. But I would rather be spending time doing things that mean something to me. I'd rather be cooking, or crocheting, drawing, spending time goofing off with my husband. I'd really rather spend that time daydreaming.
My life is art. When I dream, my imagination flies, and when I wake, it tells its story on paper with pen. And when I look out a window, I see endless possibilities. But I have a long way to go still on my journey through the clouds of art and imagination. Won't you join me?
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