When I was originally approached to write this column I had no idea that it was for a blog. To have the the axiom of Blogger attached to you moniker implies some sort of patheticness. This could be much in the same vein as the English Major that accepted the high school teaching position so that they could finish the book that they were writing, and seven years later they’re still in the same high school, bitter about life. The lesson learned from our new and modern culture is that you could literally shit out your mouth and then post it for the entire world to see it.
This is the most uncomfortable aspect of Blogging. My, now peers, are busily constructing these literary acts, confessing secrets that they wouldn't tell a lover, a parent, their best friend; yet here, in this virtual realm of anonymity, they're allowed this freedom to share all of their most guarded secrets with the billions and billions of people that are occupying the world. While on one side this could be seen as exciting on a more rational side we are probably more regulated to realizing how trivial the thoughts depressing the world and the problems that people face on an everyday basis truly are.
There is, no doubt, a further psychological question regarding members of society that actually read blogs that should be delved into as well. Are they shallow persons that have their own blogs and are looking for others that they could share their thoughts with? Are they social misanthropes that prey on the weak that wish to find those that are out there that are more pathetic than them?
This new world, this virtual world is a skyscraper with all of her lights on at night. It’s naked and yet powerful. It hides nothing and yet you don’t know who they are, or who you it is that you’ve created yourself to be; it’s mother nature’s new form of blindness, senselessness, selflessness.
And so here goes the next drop in the bucket that is being bailed into the ocean. Another person screaming at the moon, craving for the same attention that everybody else is twisting themselves into perverted postures over. As pathetic as this may be, dear reader, with luck, we’ll be able to piss some people off, change the world and be home in time for tea.
mule
