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The Malady of Facebook
Everyone on facebook is screaming for validation and attention from the rest world. It's a rubber stamp of existence because it allows for publication of ones self to millions of viewers so that they may see that the said person is in existence and has a 'voice' and is 'unique'; that they have 'friends' and are 'wanted' and have 'things to do', 'people to see' and 'places to go.' The lure and magnetism of facebook is impossible to deny. It's calling is so sweet and supple. It's attraction undeniable. How strong of a disposition must one have to withstand the thrill and calling of the modern pied piper of popularity, the torrent of conformity.
I don't blame them. The specter of 'being' and 'existence' is an unbearable weight upon anyone's shoulders. But the convenient excuse people use is 'keeping in touch with friends.' It's a perfect cover for the elephant in the room - the elephant of the poor state of the human condition. The more people are 'keeping in touch with friends' the more they feel grounded and a sense of stability, as opposed to feeling like they are on a vessel with no destination that is lost at sea.
Thus, a suitable guise has been well crafted for the occasion so that everyone participates in the illusion of "social networking." It has become an informal electrical virus across cyberspace while maintaining a koombaya feel. When considered upon closer inspection, one finds that the word "social" is really inapplicable because the whole experience is based on a pretentious facade of showing interest in the other 'friends' you have which may proceed into the hundreds or thousands. And it's not even social. It's behind a screen of a laptop or a phone.
I was told that one can use facebook to 'reconnect' and 'get in touch' with 'long lost friends' from high school, or 'previous exs' or some other beyond. Why would anyone want to reconnect with souls that have wilted away from ones life is beyond me. They left the realm of one's life for a reason. Why force the past back into the present? Why insist on creating bogus bonds? I bet both parties think they are fooling the other person into compensating for the void of their own egos. "Ha ha ha, the fool, doesn't realize that she/he needs me more than I need him/her. After all, she/he initiated to add ME." And so the politics and psychology of who adds who first, and who is whos friend, proceed endlessly in Ouroboros.
So the 'reconnecting with long lost friends' begins with "Hey how have you been? What are you doing nowadays? Where do you work? School? Friends? Where do you live?" All of a sudden all the big questions of life are at it again. Inquiring minds want to know where and what this person has been up to. Once the initial thrill of the new has passed, the conversations debase into the monotony of redundancy and routine. "Hey what are you up to?" "Nothing much just came home fromw ork." "Wanna go out lol". This is social networking. This is evolution. This is keeping in touch. No one calls each other or writes to each other. They "text" they "tweet" they "poke" and send silly short messages. It's worse than calling customer service and having to endure the robotic voice of the automated lady or the music.
All of a sudden society and civilization starve for 'friends' and 'friendship.' Never has the world been more 'friendly.' Never has the desire for wanting a 'friend' been so overt. Never is it given thought whether any of these 'friends' are there for selfless reasons, who will truly 'be there' when the fateful hour beckons, or whether they will be no where to be found except on a status message somewhere, in time.
For to come to grips with the idea that you are just an organism with a consciousness suspended on a giant rock, a speck of dust on a pale blue dot, floating aimlessly around the sun as asteroids pass by, that's pretty scary.
From whence we come and to where we go, no one may know. To let yourself slip leads to madness. Sanity requires conformity. Register with facebook. Waste precious hours you will never live again in a room with WiFi, your face glued to your computer or phone, and consider yourself a participant of the 21st century experience of 'social networking.' Come to find, it's not very social. Come to find, you are just a cog in a machine. Come to find, you're very boring and predictable and behave like the robotic animal that you are.
I said you are an organism with a consciousness. Pretty soon, you just become an organism that is consciousless. Just a blob of dead weight that consumes. Just a thing that takes, like a slot machine and never gives. It's all about feeling good for oneself in the sensitive and ADD infested generation of pop-ups and fast moving images and fooking idiots.
Addendum: Twitter is basically facebook lite.
Everyone on facebook is screaming for validation and attention from the rest world. It's a rubber stamp of existence because it allows for publication of ones self to millions of viewers so that they may see that the said person is in existence and has a 'voice' and is 'unique'; that they have 'friends' and are 'wanted' and have 'things to do', 'people to see' and 'places to go.' The lure and magnetism of facebook is impossible to deny. It's calling is so sweet and supple. It's attraction undeniable. How strong of a disposition must one have to withstand the thrill and calling of the modern pied piper of popularity, the torrent of conformity.
I don't blame them. The specter of 'being' and 'existence' is an unbearable weight upon anyone's shoulders. But the convenient excuse people use is 'keeping in touch with friends.' It's a perfect cover for the elephant in the room - the elephant of the poor state of the human condition. The more people are 'keeping in touch with friends' the more they feel grounded and a sense of stability, as opposed to feeling like they are on a vessel with no destination that is lost at sea.
Thus, a suitable guise has been well crafted for the occasion so that everyone participates in the illusion of "social networking." It has become an informal electrical virus across cyberspace while maintaining a koombaya feel. When considered upon closer inspection, one finds that the word "social" is really inapplicable because the whole experience is based on a pretentious facade of showing interest in the other 'friends' you have which may proceed into the hundreds or thousands. And it's not even social. It's behind a screen of a laptop or a phone.
I was told that one can use facebook to 'reconnect' and 'get in touch' with 'long lost friends' from high school, or 'previous exs' or some other beyond. Why would anyone want to reconnect with souls that have wilted away from ones life is beyond me. They left the realm of one's life for a reason. Why force the past back into the present? Why insist on creating bogus bonds? I bet both parties think they are fooling the other person into compensating for the void of their own egos. "Ha ha ha, the fool, doesn't realize that she/he needs me more than I need him/her. After all, she/he initiated to add ME." And so the politics and psychology of who adds who first, and who is whos friend, proceed endlessly in Ouroboros.
So the 'reconnecting with long lost friends' begins with "Hey how have you been? What are you doing nowadays? Where do you work? School? Friends? Where do you live?" All of a sudden all the big questions of life are at it again. Inquiring minds want to know where and what this person has been up to. Once the initial thrill of the new has passed, the conversations debase into the monotony of redundancy and routine. "Hey what are you up to?" "Nothing much just came home fromw ork." "Wanna go out lol". This is social networking. This is evolution. This is keeping in touch. No one calls each other or writes to each other. They "text" they "tweet" they "poke" and send silly short messages. It's worse than calling customer service and having to endure the robotic voice of the automated lady or the music.
All of a sudden society and civilization starve for 'friends' and 'friendship.' Never has the world been more 'friendly.' Never has the desire for wanting a 'friend' been so overt. Never is it given thought whether any of these 'friends' are there for selfless reasons, who will truly 'be there' when the fateful hour beckons, or whether they will be no where to be found except on a status message somewhere, in time.
For to come to grips with the idea that you are just an organism with a consciousness suspended on a giant rock, a speck of dust on a pale blue dot, floating aimlessly around the sun as asteroids pass by, that's pretty scary.
From whence we come and to where we go, no one may know. To let yourself slip leads to madness. Sanity requires conformity. Register with facebook. Waste precious hours you will never live again in a room with WiFi, your face glued to your computer or phone, and consider yourself a participant of the 21st century experience of 'social networking.' Come to find, it's not very social. Come to find, you are just a cog in a machine. Come to find, you're very boring and predictable and behave like the robotic animal that you are.
I said you are an organism with a consciousness. Pretty soon, you just become an organism that is consciousless. Just a blob of dead weight that consumes. Just a thing that takes, like a slot machine and never gives. It's all about feeling good for oneself in the sensitive and ADD infested generation of pop-ups and fast moving images and fooking idiots.
Addendum: Twitter is basically facebook lite.
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