In most caffeinated days, I’ve maintained a vain consistency of over sharing to say the least. We openly type our big, hairy dreams side by side our absent dislikes and enthusiastically wait for the unfamiliar, the creeping, and the anonymous to wipe our attention deficit disorders away, leaving all but the little maladies as sour desserts. To say that people now are fixated with virtual life is an understatement. Social media has sucked out all the riddles and secrets we’ve kept to our exaggerated swollen selves. We take the world for a spin not realizing it’s the other way around. Too many egos. Where’s the new plague? Social filters are non-existent and there’s no easy way to shut up and stay in a corner anymore. Everyone wants more than their allotted 15 minutes. Go ahead and pet the delete button. It gets lonely, too.
In the interwebs, most people are compelled to sound off and pontificate all things awful and unimaginative. Everyone sort of participates in a language for cosmic intercourse but most often than not, the exchanges are unreadable and just plain daft. This blog of course, is honorably included.
At a time when the world seems incarcerated from quality and ethical responses, an astonishing development seemed to brew beyond my powers of prophecy. Offenders have become the standards and the talentless is the new talented. Addiction is the typical, and regrettably, ignorance becomes our new religion, and senselessness, our spirit animal. Welcome to the wonderful world of digital dependence. I can’t talk to you now cause I’m typing on my phone.
Lunacy is more relevant now than it ever was. Through its cycles of obsessions, cures, and relapses, we’ve all grown unsentimental and unapologetic to our own little insanities. Now, it has grown to define us. It is the badge we slap around people’s faces just to make sure there’s still blood pumping through their erected erections.
Nevertheless, it would be a mistake to conclude on this note, just as it would be a mistake to take any of these writings seriously, to read about these netizen’s life and declare a moral low ground and critique their lives as tales of misfits and half-bakes. My soiled clinical observation is that we’re all of the deadly sins ourselves; wrapped in a web of newfangled digital urge and unchecked pornocopia.
We’ve all become spectral vampires, preying on those who fancy our user-friendly profile pics. Your device for catching prey is now tingling. It is as entwined to flattery as we all are.
Web 2.0,
You’ll always be my virus and I, your parasite.
Hold my hand, minibeast.
-C