Well, this isn’t actually original content. I stole this from my journal then wrote off the lines that didn’t make sense. Enjoy!

22 June 2008 @ 03:01 am
It’s late. It’s 3 am late. I think three a.m. is officially, like, the middle of the fucking night.

I just got off skype with a friend of mine. We talked about a great deal of things, among which was our time spent on the internet. He mentioned feeling like he’d wasted an incredible amount of time online, and I can surely sympathize. Sometimes I wonder if there’s any point to being online at all; the internet is this weird little world that is separate from reality with no way of knowing how relevant it is.

I am completely naked right now because I just got out of the shower. Good thing I don’t have my webcam going! lol! “Lol” means “laugh out loud,” which I didn’t actually do just now. In fact, I didn’t even smile. The joke really wasn’t that funny.

The real question is what is important? What is important to do with your life? Obviously if the goal of living is to make friends on the internet then spending tons of time on the internet is crucial, but most people seem to have this idea that time on the internet is really just interstitial. You spend time online while you’re waiting to do other things that are important. Therefore, nothing you ever do is important because you spend all your time online. For the hyper-wired semi-masses, the internet takes over and the line between reality and nonreality becomes a little vague.

For the mind, there is no real distinction between high imagination and reality. It’s becoming more and more plausible for people to live an entire life through the internet. Who’s to say there’s anything wrong with that? Who’s to say it isn’t a complete waste of human life?

So I ask myself what I’m doing online and why. Why am I in the thick of social media and does that really mean anything? If I simply unplug myself from that world it will keep going on without me; I’ll be just a blip on the radar. But I suppose that is the way it is with all things.

Boy, this was a happy entry.

I guess it’s better than having my house catch on fire, though. Part of Watsonville was on fire yesterday, and I realized that if I had to evacuate I could leave everything and not miss any of it, which made me very happy.

End existentialist rant #0. And, if anyone can tell me why images aren’t working so I can get back to wasting time on the internet, that’s be swell.