So, as much as I love exploring the idea of soul searching, another topic has lingered in my mind for awhile now. Its been irritating me as much as a recurring poke from a needle.
As I sit here bored out of my mind, it has occurred to me that the internet is insufficient, and anything off the internet is just as equally not fulfilling and unsatisfying. Nothing seems to be able to quench this thirst of boredom.
However we all know this is a lie; a big blatant sloth infested lie. If I had to be honest with myself, I would say that I am actually dismantling pieces of my-'self' and offering it to either facebook or locking it away in a cupboard in my mind, forever hidden to my persona that exists when I'm online. I now question, if I am presenting qualities of myself to others via virtual communication, then what am I keeping to myself?
I have presented things I've seen, things I've done and things I know, to people who might or might not care. And in the midst of doing all of this, precious time of self exploration passes by. I am bewildered and puzzled to this self-destructive cycle.
OK, now I think I've gone into the world of pessimism.
Oh boy, now I'm stuck.
Who am I? Who are you?
ReplyDeleteI don't know. Are we even human?
ReplyDeleteWhat is human?
The question I was exploring here is, what do people do when there is no internet and who do they become then when they do not have the pixelated screen in front of them to protect them and give them 'extra' time?
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