There are only a few things that grind my gears in this world- unnecessary rudeness, centipedes and when there’s not enough cheese. Apart from the cheese trouble, the largest annoyance in my perfect and pointless little world is that of the Facebook. Or should I say ‘look at my face book’
GAGS 4 DAYS.
But for rel The Facebook grinds my gears so hard. So hard. When reading of Xanadu mans fears of how the internet would influence the state of humanity (see previous blog), I laughed initially and then wrote a bloggy p about how fears can be irrational and we all just need to cool it.
Upon further consideration however, I realised that old pal xanadu wasn’t that far off the mark with his seemingly outlandish claims. The developed world (maybe not in the chaotic state he described) is certainly damaged in ways it wasn’t prior to the nets arrival. Facebook strikes me as a particularly destructive part of society at the moment.
Sure it can be used for good and raising awareness and bla bla bla but I want to talk about the bad stuff so you can just pipe down and listen to my anti-book rant. (But you don’t have to. I’ll still love you if you have more important things on)
In essence, FB exists as a social tool for the purpose of self promotion. Its chief use is to broadcast achievement, beauty, humour and so on. This sounds harmless and in fact quite a good thing when first considered. However on the FB all we are baring witness to is other peoples highlight reels and in turn all we truly expose are own.
Realistically it is a very self absorbed activity that really only excludes and makes people feel lesser by comparing themselves to other Facebook personas, who typically aren’t an accurate representation of the genuine artefact.
I could write a thesis on this gear. A thesis. I could be a doctor of hating Facebook. Thats how strong the hate is. However, I still have an account. I know what you’re thinking- “George you are a boob. How can you rant so aggressively ( sort of) and still posses the devilish Facebook?”
Well in short, inquisitive soul, I would argue that society now requires it. Uni, my netball club and my workplace all function around it’s existence and without it communication would be a whole lot more difficult.
We are dependent on this intangible thing to organise our lives but also in utilising this service can become sucked in to the self loathing nature of comparison that the site feeds off and I would suggest that we are worse off for it’s existence.
So the Xanadu man was both right and wrong- the net wasn’t as bad an occurrence as he saw it to be, but it still unearthed a whole new world of negativity.
Not sure if my point is clear but I gave it a shot and sometimes in life ya just got to try ya know?
Respect yourself and others,
Gigi_netbalkfreak@Hotmail.com
(My year 5 email account that is still in use today. No hate please)
