I can’t wait to finish this post so I can get on to the next item on my to-do list.
The thing which frustrates me most about the hyper-modern, super-groovy, social-media and Internet-crazed society we live in today is the lack of patience. Things are not allowed to take time. People don’t stop to think. Everything has to happen NOW.
You can’t even wait for food anymore, that’s why we have fast foods, microwave dinners and instant coffee. Why go through the trouble to make anything when you can get it now, no extra effort involved? And there’s no point in reading a book that takes two weeks when there’s a movie which tells the whole story in 95 minutes, right?
Is this attitude a result of the speed of life today? Not really? It’s not that we die faster, instead, through all kinds of pills, botox and life support tools, we live longer and look better while doing so (win-win!?). Some research points to that recent generations will be 150 years or older. All this time and we still need to stress through life like overcharged Duracell bunnies? Makes no sense to me.
The meaning of life these days usually mean two things, make shitloads of money and walk around and wave them in people’s faces, or get famous at whatever cost – two things that will take loads of effort, stress and possibly alienating some of the things you really like to do. It’s all a search for attention and “Look at me! I’m me! And there’s only one of ME!”
It’s not like I don’t do or think like that. I like to write books, which is both fun and relaxing (except for the editing part which is hell) and a clear shout for people to understand me or like my mind. Every book could say: here’s an invitation to like my mind on the cover. Sometimes people do, sometimes they don’t. In one way I believe the Internet makes us overly critical and analytical of each other. Just look at any popular online forum and you will find more hate than in a brigade of Nazis. But then there’s also the other side, the global, mind-blowing we-reach-out-to-each-other part which is pretty damn cool.
Blogs are cool. Or are they’re just there to relieve ourselves of the pressure of editing our thoughts? I call this post “Rambling…” because I think a lot of blogs, mine included, are just that, a rather raw form of self-expression. I will read this post through once, fix some minor stuff and then click publish. Because I’m stressed. Because I have other things to do than blog. Because I need to prioritise. If this was a short story, it would take days or even weeks of work, but since it’s basically just rambling and I owe you, dear reader, pretty much nothing, it will be online pretty much as scribbled.
And when the post is out, when it’s online, it goes out on Twitter, Facebook and any other kind of social media and with a little luck, people enjoy the rambling and click “Like” or “Retweet” or even write a comment. Our egos then make a small somersault, happy to get the recognition and find people who are like-minded and like our minds.
We are attention whores. But is it so bad? Isn’t the online world pushing us closer to each other? Making it easier for us to write e-books (thanks Amazon, Smashwords, Apple iBookstore, Nook, Kobo, etc) or publish our music through Youtube, Soundcloud or Myspace (isn’t it dead yet?) or our photos through Instagram, Facebook and Pinterest. We can be heard and seen without agents, without a stroke of luck, without having lots of zeroes on our bank statements.
This is the groovy part of the Internet.
Then there’s the part that stresses me out with its flow of Facebook updates, Twitter streams and instant news updates.
Oh shit, look at the clock.
I have to hit publish now.