She was bored. Again. She was bored of being bored.
She remembered the days before GreaseBook had taken over the world. It was not very different from now really. But she could look forward to some pseudo-human-contact in the form of cheesy forwarded mails.
She didn't really miss them either. She was left with one less chore in the day anyway.
What a snob. What a prude. What was so special about her that she couldn't just be unique and special just like everyone else.
She was sick of people expecting her to jump in with the milling crowd, in to the bandwagon and be one with the herd. If she felt sick of the whole idea of putting her life online, trying all the time to be witty and special and intelligent and unique when she really was not, there was nothing wrong with it. There were enough people trying to be all that and the world really didn't need her to spend all her energy in that.
Okay. Then why complain? She had chosen this for herself. She had made herself the outcast. And stuck to her deep and passionate boycott.
A shudder ran down her spine as she realized that she stayed away out of fear of being connected irretrievably and densely with hundreds, maybe thousands of witty, special, intelligent, unique people and yet be what she was already. Bored.
She remembered the days before GreaseBook had taken over the world. It was not very different from now really. But she could look forward to some pseudo-human-contact in the form of cheesy forwarded mails.
She didn't really miss them either. She was left with one less chore in the day anyway.
What a snob. What a prude. What was so special about her that she couldn't just be unique and special just like everyone else.
She was sick of people expecting her to jump in with the milling crowd, in to the bandwagon and be one with the herd. If she felt sick of the whole idea of putting her life online, trying all the time to be witty and special and intelligent and unique when she really was not, there was nothing wrong with it. There were enough people trying to be all that and the world really didn't need her to spend all her energy in that.
Okay. Then why complain? She had chosen this for herself. She had made herself the outcast. And stuck to her deep and passionate boycott.
A shudder ran down her spine as she realized that she stayed away out of fear of being connected irretrievably and densely with hundreds, maybe thousands of witty, special, intelligent, unique people and yet be what she was already. Bored.
2 comments:
Greetings earthling!
It is so touching to see the woes of someone on earth who is not on Greasebook.Do not worry.We had it too.Or rather our past civilizations had it too on our servers! But we consider it evolved if you spend more real life doing real things than update all you have done to everybody around you! And that again may be different on the earth..or is it evolving? Networking is definitely not new!Only the tools change with time!What you say? One fine day will come on earth when each earthling will figure his way out 'of the bored' greasebook!
Until next time!
Thanks for your comment Mr Surfer,
She doesn't have a problem with the "tools of networking". She only has a problem with the philosophy behind it.
Anyway, she also says this post was a rant. Once she told her "wide audience" she was able to let the whole frustration go.
So.. there, a happy ending!
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