I woke up with a wicked sore throat. So I can’t write too loudly. And I really should be showering, getting ready for another blustery commute into work. But somehow I got sucked into mindless Internet clicking while sipping my tea in hopes of a throat sooth.
What’s going on out there? Lately, I have had some time to play catch up and there seems to be a lot of animosity out there. There’s also this undertow of hysteria. Which is a really strange thing to witness in its written form. I’ve seen this mostly take all over my least favorite term: the blogosphere. And I’ve been left asking some questions.
Why do you read Web sites? Not this one, specifically. I don’t need my ego stroked or, alternatively, whacked. Why do you read online journals at all? When do you read them? What mood would you say you’re in when you decide to sit down and focus on someone else’s life for a while? For the reader, is this a form of escapism? For the writer, is this a brush with fame? Recognition? Is this the easiest way to thwart boredom?
Why do you think this medium “works”?
This morning while brushing my teeth, I started mentally working on a new cartoon. There’s a 30-year-old adult sitting on a couch in an office. He or she is sitting across from a therapist. The doctor is nodding behind understanding eyes. The patient lies back with their head in their hands. The cartoon reads:
“My father was rarely around. And my mother always had a computer in her lap.”
Will there ever be a group called Blogger’s Anonymous? Are there more productive hobbies to be had? Are relationships being threatened? Solidified?
“Hello, my name is mihow. I am an addict.”
“Hi, mihow. But from now on, when you’re here, your name is ‘MICHELE’.”
Was the world always this needy, angry, hateful, and weird and has the Internet helped expose that fact? Or does the Internet help to build it. I’m left wondering: where are we all heading with this one?