Man, no one really talks anymore.
No, I’m not a stuffy old shirt with a clenched fist to the youth, I’m serious. When was the last time you called someone, or may the gods forbid, wrote a letter? All this texting and tweeting, it makes my head hurt. I don’t text, not anymore at least. I used too, way too much. Now the way I see it is this; if a chap wants to get in-touch with you, let the fucker dial a number. I shouldn’t be a click away, I’m a human not a homepage.
It just seems like there exists no filter between brain and mouth. We, as a culture, document every thing we do; every blasted thing. Do I really need to know that my neighbor’s new girlfriend, Amy, is psyched for her spa trip? Do I give a shit? Does Little Amy’s feverish trip to the spa and subsequent massage, really hold an iota of meaning in my life? Sure, I may sound cruel, but I’m being completely honest. It sickens me to see this society become a bunch of introverted little wretches that don’t think anymore. I may be sounding a bit harsh, but I say this with a lot of love. How can we have another Shakespeare, when all Billy would be doing is tweeting to Laura?
Since giving up a phone and all the likes, I’ve heard from a severely decreasing number of friends. Since I’m not a click away, I cannot be reached. Sure, I blog and I (sadly) Facebook, but I guess I’m utterly unreachable. That is, to be quite frank and honest, fucking sad. I mean, that’s what technology has given us, weak minded individuals that need to be gratified instantly. No one works for anything, no one sits down to write. Gods forbid someone purchases a film instead of torrenting the bugger. It has to be instant. Everyone wants to be profound, but can’t find anything profound around them.
They all want to be an artist, that’s the name of the game these days. Everyone thinks they can write, and everyone thinks they can paint, and everyone thinks they have some kind of genius. It’s just how it goes. Sadly, less than 20% of those folks actually produce anything worthy of the label “Art”. I mean, shit, I’m no artist. I never really said I was; I wouldn’t mind being called one, but I don’t believe I am. No sir. So all these kids with their noses stuck in their flip phones need to take a peak at the setting sun once in a while. Maybe, and just maybe, they can create the “Art” everyone is always hammering for. I sure fucking hope so.
Hey, I’m to blame as well. I’m here, blogging away in my self aggrandizing need to be heard. Still, my point is valid.
No one even talks anymore. Who needs to anyway?