as i've started exploring the whole blogging world, i have realized that there is a huge loneliness that comes with the anonymity of blogging. blogger lets me simply hit the "next blog" button and read random blog after random blog. at first i thought that browsing them was fun. but then i got scared. it is a weird world when you could easily know more about a random online personality than about the people you see and interact with in "real life." there has to be a line.
i am about to go to panera and spend the afternoon reading over tea. i am craving the feeling of a book in my hands -- there is something so real about it amidst the virtual blogging world. you now see the irony, right? that despite how "unreal" the whole blogging world can feel if you make the virtual your life, i still choose this medium for my expressions of my concerns.
sometimes i do fear that the internet has turned upside-down our conceptions of real life and virtual life. i fear that we sometimes get confused. and i fear that our loneliness will eventually get the best of us if we don't remember the difference between the two.
it is time for a walk. a walk, some music, a destination in mind. a book in hand, my eyes open to nature and to the bustle of people on the street. my time to be anonymous amidst tangible people and places and things, which seems more comforting right now than being anonymous amidst a virtual world.
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