I’m finding it more and more difficult to write an online status that does not careen into the nonsensical. Be it FaceBook, or Twitter, or whatever. This occurs for two reasons, primarily. One, I have an absurdist sense of humor and relish the idea of people trying to apply logic to my convoluted and mind numbingly self referential lexical gyrations. The second is that I find the idea of an online status absurd on its face.
How, in a few lines of text, can I hope to sum up all of my sensations, physical and emotional processes, and the sum of my life’s experience up to this one moment in time in such a way as to have have any real meaning to anyone but myself? I say to you that I cannot! Try as one might all you will be left with, ultimately, is a pallid recounting of events. The menu and not the meal.
Given this, and it is something which must be decided upon by you, what are these small windows into our daily lives meant to convey? I pose that they are merely cries for attention. One would suppose that we are only posting them to have someone read them. What a horrible waste of time it would be if we had to write all of our thoughts in addition to thinking them.
Now these are benign cries to be sure, but they all pose the dilemma to the reader which is: “What am I supposed to DO with this?” Do I respond with words of sympathy, or congratulations, or derision? How can we decide the proper course of action with so little evidence to go on? So we are left only with our prior knowledge of them as a person to help us decide how they want us to respond. The only real answer must naturally reside with the writer. In short, you want attention.
Of course, so do I by posting this note. And so the vicious circle of life is complete!
This is fine, I understand completely. However, in this I have given up trying to share any of my particular moments in time excepting that I will occasionally post nonsense, with my desire being that it will make you cock your head to one side and/or ignore me. In turn I shall respond to yours basing the entirety of my response on the predication that I want you to think I care, even when I don’t. Honestly, how can I when I cannot possibly know what you really mean, or what you want from me? So then that would be the attention I am crying for.
Then when all of this becomes dull, as it ultimately must, I’ll delete my account and move on to some other venue. As is my usual habit.
