Ramblings Volume 1

Ramblings - Volume 1 30th October 2009, 22:22

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On FaceBook, and the suspicion thereof
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Hello there. I think it's about time we met, don't you? Yes, quite. Anyway, without further ado, I will begin my first ramble of what will hopefully be many weekly additions to come.

But down to more pressing matters. I'm rambling about facebook today, and oddly enough, I'm posting the ramble on the 'Demon Site' itself. But it doesn't seem all that bad, once you get to know it. I mean, it's not like you HAVE to post you details for the entire universe to see - the truth is in fact quite the contrary - and once you have become acquainted to the familiar blues and whites of what would seem at first glance a poorly designed site, it's all very useful. It allows you to speak and communicate your feelings without the need to spend credit on a text or phone call and without the need to spend time arranging a get together with mates. However, Facebook's greatest feature would also seem to be it's Achilles Heel.

You see, upon actually looking at what social networking sites are doing to us, it becomes apparent they are depriving us of that human contact that we as social beings so desperately crave. I for one am a lost cause, there is no saving of my confidence - no, it was flushed down the lavatory a long while ago - but there are some people who are rapidly losing the 'human touch', as it were. We are simply becoming slavesto the machines, no longer a functional being but rather a series of 1s and 0s transmitted via fibre-opticsto all the rest of the world: without having to leave our bedrooms.

Hypocricy indeed, considering that at this time I myself am sitting on my chair in my room, door locked, curtains drawn, lights off, with the only sources of illumination being my Xbox (which is making it hard tothink, but that'll probably be covered in a later ramble) and my monitor. I am not a confident soul, and my personality is simply not there, and I can't help but think that it's the internet which has caused this.When typing on the internet, one can quite easily think about responses, and has time to correct their mistakes and avoid any misunderstandings on the receiving end. After year upon year of this, we are dragged from our bodies into the computer-literate 'way'; to say, what you become upon spending far too much time chatting via MSN, Bebo or indeed facebook. This path leads us to forget our human social lives, and also brings us eventually to forgetting how to speak with other people. You are pressured in the real world, apause of over 5 seconds to think about your response would be seen as awkward, and gradually you would become isolated, lost, alone.

There will always, however, as is the case with most of life's little inconveniences, be the exceptions. I am a natural introvert, but extroverts like my good friend Joseph will never succumb to the siren's call of FaceBooking. People like him will never be grasped by this cruel alternate reality and will forever remain encased in their real lives, meeting real people, talking REAL words.

I just thought about what I've said, and it ocurred to me that I'm sounding a lot like my father at this point. I'm sounding a lot like an extrovert myself - but really I'm just an acceptant pessimistic individual who can quite easily come to terms with how pathetic his life really is.

Considering this, I think I'm going to open the curtains and turn on the light.

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Ramblings - Volume 2, coming soon to a blog near you
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