ok, so perhaps blaming the tool is not the way to go about things...blaming the user perhaps is.
I just find it interesting and uninspiring how so many people find reason and addiction and inspiration in a device that was supposed to be a tool for information cultivation. Originally wasn't that the direction of marketing? In high school it was "look at how efficiently and quickly we can find these documents and encyclopedias" to support thesis statements and research papers. AOL existed and perhaps friends of mine began using it back in the early nineties. But there was still interest and emphasis on hanging out with your friends. Maybe the written word communication over email is cool when you're too lazy to buy stamps, which I often am. But, I have a serious problem with the thought that so many of you may be trading in normal functioning in the outside world to sit inside and be amused by what amounts to be false projections and lots of people who are certainly by this point brainwashed into being too socially inept to function in the same way in a physical sense..go run on sentences...
I find it comical how so many people ...
I have come to some conclusions about some things here in the whole internet world that have manipulated me into changing my mantra. This to: I will not fuck around with any of you asses in person. With the boys are these dark twisted games of trying to pretend that your energy can overcome the barriers of time and space and extend out across cable wires to slam me in the heart as I sit, perspiring at my keyboard. Because really, I don't give a fuck about internet dating games. Or, quasi-I-am-cool fronting bullshit. For the most part I have found that honesty cannot be procured in an on-line fashion, nor does any amount of word slinging equal any kind of commitment. If you live here, I see your ass and we have a dialogue continuing that isn't so superficially delicate as to fold in on itself with a bit of stress, then you win already.
I just find it almost disheartening watching my friends spin in continuous circles looking for answers that lie in themselves, for inspiration that cannot be found in people who choose to suppress healthy social lives, flinging themselves on strangers to love them, to cherish them, ...
i'm lost, find me
my wings are broken
can you eat them
my mom is black
yours is white
I am angst
kill me now
I swear looking at these pages gets more hOmOsexual by the day, what with all the I am a sad face, watch me cry crackbaby titling...But maybe I'm just having a bad day. no no. I'm not. It sucks. It really sucks.
ps...politically correct adendum...hOmOsexual, while not implied or intended to be literal, is consistent in my vocabulary. It's frisky it's fun. It means you need to try again.
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