4.17.05 Impersonal
My fist web-log posting. How exciting!
But, what does one say to the masses or possibly to absolutely no one at all. For there is no guarantee that anyone will actually read what I post upon these electronic pages. No surety that anyone will understand who I am in this swarm of Internet activity. There are millions upon millions of people screaming their aches, pains, horrors, personal wants, gains, vacations, obsessions, (e.t.c.) into the infinite space of the Internet. I am but one voice whispered among the screaming throng.
Sometimes, the sterilization of the Internet completely frightens me. Will we one day no longer have personal contact with other humans? Will we one day no longer be comfortable with such close contact; will we order our groceries delivered from a kiosk in the corner of our homes? (Standard with every apartment, house, or condo. For only $1,999.99! *warranty includes all electronic connections and components, housing and securing brackets, but is not honored if subjected to abuse. Including, but not limited too: spilled coffee, milk, juice, or any sugared beverages. Excessive force used upon said kiosk will void warranty.) Everything you think that you could ever need or want, available upon request with, of course, the completion of a quick credit check? Is it much different than it is today? Hell, I order more clothing on-line than I actually buy in a department store! Are we, am I, such social infants? Do we crave such separateness? Is society so dysfunctional that we must hide our imperfections behind electronic screens of depersonalized socializations as we try to connect with our fellow human beings?
Or is it possible, probable, that we can find happiness from the Internet. Connect with humanity as we never could before. I suppose it is arguable. At least it is STD Free, eh? Stop the spread of genital herpes! Communicate with the woman/man of your dreams on-line now!! Ugh, sometimes it's so impersonal I wish to forcefully vomit.
But, it does have its pluses, that I cannot deny. The freedom to acquire knowledge, pursue hobbies and/or entertainment, the multitude of avenues available for exploration are endless. Possibilities limitless.
And so here I am; putting my thoughts upon electronic paper, hoping to touch just one person with my words.
But, what does one say to the masses or possibly to absolutely no one at all. For there is no guarantee that anyone will actually read what I post upon these electronic pages. No surety that anyone will understand who I am in this swarm of Internet activity. There are millions upon millions of people screaming their aches, pains, horrors, personal wants, gains, vacations, obsessions, (e.t.c.) into the infinite space of the Internet. I am but one voice whispered among the screaming throng.
Sometimes, the sterilization of the Internet completely frightens me. Will we one day no longer have personal contact with other humans? Will we one day no longer be comfortable with such close contact; will we order our groceries delivered from a kiosk in the corner of our homes? (Standard with every apartment, house, or condo. For only $1,999.99! *warranty includes all electronic connections and components, housing and securing brackets, but is not honored if subjected to abuse. Including, but not limited too: spilled coffee, milk, juice, or any sugared beverages. Excessive force used upon said kiosk will void warranty.) Everything you think that you could ever need or want, available upon request with, of course, the completion of a quick credit check? Is it much different than it is today? Hell, I order more clothing on-line than I actually buy in a department store! Are we, am I, such social infants? Do we crave such separateness? Is society so dysfunctional that we must hide our imperfections behind electronic screens of depersonalized socializations as we try to connect with our fellow human beings?
Or is it possible, probable, that we can find happiness from the Internet. Connect with humanity as we never could before. I suppose it is arguable. At least it is STD Free, eh? Stop the spread of genital herpes! Communicate with the woman/man of your dreams on-line now!! Ugh, sometimes it's so impersonal I wish to forcefully vomit.
But, it does have its pluses, that I cannot deny. The freedom to acquire knowledge, pursue hobbies and/or entertainment, the multitude of avenues available for exploration are endless. Possibilities limitless.
And so here I am; putting my thoughts upon electronic paper, hoping to touch just one person with my words.
posted by Mighty Meagan | 4/17/2005 04:58:00 PM
3 Comments:
LMAO Artsy and Sexy! I'll be damned! Thanks! At this moment I am not going to scoff at any compliments! I will post my short stories then! :D Glad you're interested.
Hugs,
Meagan
P.S. Did you like the previous post? Too...errrmmm..packed full of irony?
Hugs
Megs
I don't know their addresses. But, I see mom at work tomorrow morning and I can ask her. I will e-mail my number to you via gmail. But, as I only have one phone line, you won't be able to get through to me until I am off the net. I have to work at midnight, so the conversation will have to be fairly short. :P As I have yet to sleep any today. You got me addicted to this blogging! *smacks you up-side the head*
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