The digital age is really doing something interesting to the way we define friendship.
Each time I log onto Facebook or Myspace and see a "friend request" I no longer get a feeling of joy - the emotion I once had with the thought that good friends I had lost touch with had once again found me. This has been caused by the ratio of pseudo-friends that keep "adding" me on these networks. I'm not sure what the exact percentage is, but I do know that among the couple hundred people I "know" on these sites I actually talk to a handful. Many, since "adding", have never even written me a word. So what is the point exactly?
Even more amusing, these faux-friends often expect some degree of bullshit when words are actually exchanged. Or at least this is highly comical to me considering anyone who has ever known me is privy to the fact that I'm blunt to the point of sometimes being named a bitch. I'm just not sorry that if you ask me what that last letter you wrote to me in high school said and I mention a line that reads, "I'll be having wet dreams about you tonight" - you get offended. You asked, you said it; it's funny, get over it. And if you were that upset over your own insecurities - delete me.
That's the great thing about all this isn't it? Not only can we keep tabs on "real life" friends, but now with our wonderful electronic boxes and inter-suck we can reach out to potential douches all over the place and then drop them like a stack of flap jacks whenever we so choose.
Don't get me wrong, I love my electro-box - but I honestly wonder how its fucking up the way we relate to each other.
A simple example, my best friend Todd - a grown ass man - texts like a teenager. It drives me absolutely insane. It's bad enough that he's known to make up words from time to time (like "scintillitize" - a version of scintillate... sort of) but when you ask me, "What r u doin' tn?" I want to strangle a mother fucker. And my reasons are justified in the fact that every time my nephew writes me a message on Myspace (yes, there's no escape) he writes like he's typing a text message - absolutely mind blowing. Well, to anyone that reads/writes at a level above primary school.
And now thanks to iPhones and all of that, it's all internet all the time!
I don't know what's going on overseas, but from what I can see here in the States I predict in ten years a good amount of our populus will not know how to function individually - or interpersonally. That is, without any electronic devices.
As for me, once I get this whole "big girl career" thing taken care of, I will be plugging my Garfield phone back in with an answering machine and calling it good. No Myspace, No Facebook - just an e-mail and the cat phone.


Until then I'm going to harass everyone until their eyes bleed and cries of mercy echo from the hillsides.
Each time I log onto Facebook or Myspace and see a "friend request" I no longer get a feeling of joy - the emotion I once had with the thought that good friends I had lost touch with had once again found me. This has been caused by the ratio of pseudo-friends that keep "adding" me on these networks. I'm not sure what the exact percentage is, but I do know that among the couple hundred people I "know" on these sites I actually talk to a handful. Many, since "adding", have never even written me a word. So what is the point exactly?
Even more amusing, these faux-friends often expect some degree of bullshit when words are actually exchanged. Or at least this is highly comical to me considering anyone who has ever known me is privy to the fact that I'm blunt to the point of sometimes being named a bitch. I'm just not sorry that if you ask me what that last letter you wrote to me in high school said and I mention a line that reads, "I'll be having wet dreams about you tonight" - you get offended. You asked, you said it; it's funny, get over it. And if you were that upset over your own insecurities - delete me.
That's the great thing about all this isn't it? Not only can we keep tabs on "real life" friends, but now with our wonderful electronic boxes and inter-suck we can reach out to potential douches all over the place and then drop them like a stack of flap jacks whenever we so choose.
Don't get me wrong, I love my electro-box - but I honestly wonder how its fucking up the way we relate to each other.
A simple example, my best friend Todd - a grown ass man - texts like a teenager. It drives me absolutely insane. It's bad enough that he's known to make up words from time to time (like "scintillitize" - a version of scintillate... sort of) but when you ask me, "What r u doin' tn?" I want to strangle a mother fucker. And my reasons are justified in the fact that every time my nephew writes me a message on Myspace (yes, there's no escape) he writes like he's typing a text message - absolutely mind blowing. Well, to anyone that reads/writes at a level above primary school.
And now thanks to iPhones and all of that, it's all internet all the time!
I don't know what's going on overseas, but from what I can see here in the States I predict in ten years a good amount of our populus will not know how to function individually - or interpersonally. That is, without any electronic devices.
As for me, once I get this whole "big girl career" thing taken care of, I will be plugging my Garfield phone back in with an answering machine and calling it good. No Myspace, No Facebook - just an e-mail and the cat phone.

Until then I'm going to harass everyone until their eyes bleed and cries of mercy echo from the hillsides.

















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