16-bit Soul

Internet and its frequenters, allow me to be real with you. Your fandoms slightly sicken me at times. I can understand some of them, but there is absolutely no reason to spend so much time obsessing over that show, or that movie, or that celebrity. Moving works of art captured on film are absolutely worthy of our praise, but never our obsession. Intelligent and/or admirable celebrities are worthy of our acknowledgment, but never our undying love, which, typically, verges on obsession. There are so many loftier endeavors to which we may devote our time and our energy, yet we waste so many idle hours soaking up information we are hardly capable of analyzing in a articulate fashion. It is all too easy to manically fling our fingers about our keyboards in a Pollockian release of raw emotion the moment we set our eyes upon some trivial picture or video online, and it is this ease of attaining euphoria which brings us back to the web again and again for our contrived highs. I certainly don’t recall who said that the best things in life don’t come easy, but I’m going to think of that philosophy as I set forth the critical notion that in the modern world it is much too easy to fool ourselves into believing our lives are fulfilling simply by logging onto a social networking website and posting random pieces of information. I realize it is highly hypocritical of me to be saying this on a social networking website, but there you have it - it is all too easy for me to log onto this site and believe that I’m getting some important thing done, when really, I’m just wasting time and distracting myself from the bigger picture. The saddest fact of all this internet hullabaloo is that some of you younger bloggers are probably capable of crafting a gigantic quilt with all the pieces of information fabric you’ve accumulated, but the quilt of your real life experiences is sadly small. I’ve been thinking of quitting this internet drug. It gives me a false sense of satisfaction and keeps me from the real business of living, those tough everyday sorts of encounters which require courage, grit, gusto and absolutely no gifs or web comics. My mind managing multiple tasks at one time isn’t worth all the empty husks and pipe dreams of success that the internet continually inflates just so it may pop them in my face. My metaphors are becoming mixed now, and my eyes are getting tired; I think it’s time to say good night, and possibly goodbye, to this internet thing for a while. There’s no more time for smoke and mirrors; I want hopes and fears. Cheers, internet. You can’t spell blog without log, and I may be logging off for a while. I’d say forever if I could, but that’s a commitment I’ll gladly reserve for marriage. I think the proper thing to say is ciao. Chow would be good too.