Time to put on my Tom Landry hat and start making cuts.
Internet, you're cut.
I have decided hence forth to drastically cut back my internet use.
I've come to the conclusion that the internet is mostly a tool for the dissemination of personal propaganda for the purposes of social promotion or building up clout in an attempt to weaken someone else position.
I've been online since the early 90's with dialup services like AOL and Compuserve where it was mostly a nerds paradise and it peaked in 2000 as a sort of free for all, which was very exciting, at least on the social side of the itnernet. But I think it's steadily declined into a background level of personal competition.
Gone are the people documenting their lives in the hopes of finding friends, penpals or any other contact that they hoped might soothe the human condition, at least for a little while. In their place are aggressive self styled PTA over achieving mom style bloggers, wanna be anyones that think they are owed a million dollar check from theinternet simply for having photos of themselves or some lousy craft they did online, or people that have declared the spokesperson and personal pundit for any variety of topic...
I think this all vaguely sounds familiar to the last post I made here some umteen months ago.. but really, now is the time for action. I don't like the person the internet has made out me. I'm uhnappy, irritated and I've found that my natural cycles of interest, motivation, action and reward have been utterly destroyed.
Funny thing is is that Lj was really where my love affair with the internet started. The journal format lent it self so well for people to examine themselves or describe a family gathering or trip somewhere. It provided a deeper connection to the other person that went beyond status updates and thumbs up.
Over the years i've collected an overflowing handful of friends and that's true wealth. we're only as good as the company we keep and I think i've struck a gold vein. So now it's time to count my blessings, sanctify some earth, build my own house and fill it with love, life and laughter.
I want to do things in this life and I can't do it while being around something that makes me feel so bad.
So that's it, it's not you, it's me internet. you're cut. you're fired..
but for the rest of you, if there's anyone left reading this thing, the door is always open,there will be beer in the fridge and a song on the stereo.