I wrote this a few months back on some random pieces of envelope, but I think it's still poignant. Kinda like the old livejournal posts I used to write... Same vigor and annoyance about a topic.
Hi,
Just was on the FaceBook.
A diatribe for those younger than me... Just trying to find words that are no longer than 140 char...
I remember when every char counted... When a 2400 baud modem was fast and 20 megabytes was vast.
Old man... In new shoes.
Few remember that the early digital age was so long ago.
I can't even.
I reread those days, I was 8 and or 13 in those days... Those memories aren't concrete or concurrent.
Eh, 30 hits home tonight. 30 ain't bad. 30 is good. drama has ebbed away, my brain feels bigger, my knees are still mine and muscles aren't atrophied.
Biking is fun, running is more calming but not so nice to the lower legs. A change of stride is called for. Bike for legs, run for gams. If I were a lady, they'd be pretty.. haha.
Push-ups got my back, curls and diet round the rest out. I'm down 3 pounds and a belt size... easy to do when you underestimate all caloric intake by 10%
but I wonder if being so open, so open on Facebook is really what I want to be.
Society says I should be. The work-place insists that I be. friends wonder why I'm not.
C'mon! you're missing out on how your friend needs 'Tape' to complete a mafia mission!" "Why aren't you helping the world protect the rainforest!? Do you hate Mother Nature?" "sign this petition against petitions!" "Take this quiz and realize you don't know your friends as well as you thought, on a percentage basis" "25 random facts about you that both Google and Facebook didn't know about you, but thanks for filling in their gaps about you and your intents in our/your survey/proclamation!"
Jesus...
Perhaps stories are better left muted... Until you actually see people.
Party like 1999, when you actually talked, laughed, cringed, reached, compared, and hoped...
Remember that? hoped?
Remember when you talked about that... Before an election reminded you to?
I do...
it was 2002. and I wasn't prompted... I was encouraged.
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Facebook makes me feel connected sometimes, and yet sometimes so alienated. We are such a strange culture, and these are such strange times, especially with all the changing expectations, both of and by us. Everyone keeps shifting forums, like flocks of birds flitting from tree to tree. My anti-social tendencies and periodic preoccupations have kept me out of touch far more than I would like. I keep chipping away at those habits and try to maintain real connections. Like exercise or healthy eating, it sometimes feels like another part-time job. I like your post. It helps to know when others are feeling some similar things.
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