Take out of this what you will - it's nothing personal, but I felt the need to ramble and share with you all. Comments constructive, creative and meaningful are welcome. Negative comments or those designed to provoke need not be left
Web-based communities are funny creatures. They're born out of nothing and grow steadily into a life form of their own.
They become a meeting place for all manner of human beings - big, small, fat, skinny, round, square, blonde, ginger, melonic, pancakish, thick, stupid, really ****ing dense, educated, bizarre, lonely, frightened, psychotic and .... 'normal'.
Why do people find it necessary to have more than 1 persona on line? What is so different about being on line and talking to people as part of a community? Sure, there's no faces involved and you're not physically near the person, but the raw emotions and sentiment is definitely still there.
It's incredible the diversity of minds and beliefs you can meet on line. You really do break down all sorts of barriers when you enter any kind of chat medium on the net. I think I have at least 5 on line friends on most continents. By friends, I mean people I am happy to find time to talk to, to share experiences and memories about the past and generally spend time with them. The bonds you make on line are sometimes so much stronger than those in the 'real world' that it's often more difficult to talk to someone back home, than Joe Bloggs who lives in some remote village in New Zealand.
It really gets my goat when people try and become something they're not. Over the past 4-5 weeks I've seen so many shallow, slimy and simply thick as mince people on line that it's starting to make me wonder why we/I bother. People with a 2 bit attitude that's little more than self-centered. Mental masturbation and vivid self indulgence coupled with a very, very warped outlook on life and their own self-importance leads them to forget that in fact, they are nothing special at all.
I have also come to the conclusion that many of these people have an apparent misconception of what life is all about. They have become infected with BigBrotheritis, RickiLakeism and ImToo****ingSpecialToCareWhatThe****YouThinkOfMe. Not to forget
the inability to carry a conversation or argument through. These days, it's all solved by "whatever" and "loser".
I've decided to stop giving a shit. I'm not going to please everyone from now on. People who get mad because I pay them less than 99% attention or don't answer their questions in a manner they feel is satisfactory can quite simply boil their heads. It might even do them some good.
No, I'm going to start devoting more of my attention to the decent people I converse with. The people who can string a sentence together wtht usng txt spk and those who can spell correctly (most of the time) and actually have some experience of real life!
I give up my time and emotions far too easily and I get stung time and time again. I am but a fool. I'm constantly setting myself up for a fall and the inevitable happens all too frequently. My sin is that I care - perhaps care too much - about people.
Today, I have fallen yet again and this time, I don't want to get up. I'm not prepared to walk the same path, set myself up for the same fall. Today is my wake-up call. The acceptance that I can't help everyone, that I can't heal the worlds wounds and the realisation that some people actually don't want or need to be fixed or, quite simply, don't deserve it.
So, goodbye no-brainers, hello 'normal' people I is home and I'm here to stay.