social changes... are they really for the better?
March 19, 2008 at 20:55 PST
(Please forgive the randomness of my thoughts... when it rains it pours and now everything is just wet...)
Why is it so easy to put words into writing and why do we do it? I've only had the Internet off and on in my life for the past 6 years at the most. I remember having to go out to meet people, but now all you need in a PC or heck maybe just your cell phone and you can now meet more people in a single day then you would in a month with out it... that is unless you are some sort of super hyper social... getting all the names at the party. For several years now I have been amazed to watch and see as the web domains became more and more open to the public. No longer was it just big business and giant company's... soon it was smaller chains started to acquire them, then it seemed over night every new product known to man had its own. With each and every passing day more and more came into existence. I remember when my neighbors had one and you had to pay what seemed like and arm and a leg for a few young teens to get one... not to mention the fact that the Internet wasn't even available for us in the neighborhood where we lived. We had to walk into town to use it at the library where we were only aloud on for 30 min at a time and to work on your own website you ether had to have the money to get it done or you had to know how to write the sudo code your self. Now they have become so frequent that anyone and everyone can have there very one personal blogs. Heck if that wasn't good enough now we can have not just one, but two, or three... maybe even four (although even at 4 that's got to be quite the time consumer to keep up to date on) I mean gosh I at least find quarterlife to be not only enjoyable but useful. Then theres facebook, and myspace,... hi5, taged, fanbox... so many crazy interconnecting communities. It seems to me that we have taken the concept of a "shallow friendship" and turned it into an art, where a friend of a friend of our distant cousin is now proudly shining there pearly whites on our screens most likely never to be heard from again and yet we take pride in theshear number of friends we have. Now don't get be wrong... I've kept my silly facebook page for the simple fact that it just became a huge thing almost over night in parts of Europe and now its easier then ever to leave a quick note to any of my friends in 15 - 20 some odd countries let alone on 4 different contents.
I just find it so sad really... as if emails weren't fast enough. Now a days I'm luck if I get a real email in stead of a one liner on some silly profile page. I've always wandered if it was the giant blank part of the email sights made them feel guilty, in some strange way making them feel as though they should write more and in stead decided to not write until they could fill it... and so it just gets forgotten along the way. I know I'm old fashion this way... I still prefer to send letters, and if I want something shorter then I just send a post card. You got to admit... when you receive a three to four page letter (front and back) it do seem to be almost embarrassing to send a short response.
The one thing that amazes me most... is the shear level of vulnerability that you get now a days because of these blogs (my own included). People are so willing to just pour out there hearts, or expose there private parts to what could potentially be millions of complete strangers... and yet that every same day that they post that blog or upload that revealing picture they are still to afraid to sit next to that stranger on the bus or the park bench. We would rather stand then be seated directly next to a strange who might touch us or heaven forbid... talk to us.
For any one who might read this... I challenge you to step out and help someone if you have the chance, be it open a door or pick up something they've dropped or simply take the time to be courteous... no matter what there age, race, or sex. Now I'm sure this all just seems like the crazy and some what random ramblings of an idiot.. and be that as it may, think about it.