captains log stardate 04.14.25:
of late, I admit I’ve been scouring the web during my lunch break. and every time I do its to see who is posting what exactly, and why? what for? I believe the motivating factors are as varied as the netizens in question. to still do this sort of thing, which is now more rewardless than it was back in the heyday. I found a few directories full of dead, broken, lifeless websites. even if you happen to find one actually maintained, doesn’t equate to the webmaster being interesting, or entertaining much. seldom interesting, different, unique, complex, or engaging. most of them pontificating like a nerdy professor. trying to convince the world they’re smarter than they actually are (aren’t).
for some its to prove (to themselves, or their visitors) they’re smart, clever, whimsical, witty, interesting, whatever. they want to do a big data dump of all the shit they’ve accumulated throughout their travels (whether online, or off). some of which I must admit bores me equal parts as tantalizes me. some are over the top, trying too hard to fake not trying too hard. others simply amaze me how fearless they are to over share, without benefit of privacy settings or anti-social media constraints. I confess I hate the ones that start out with big font declarations ‘I’m such and such, I do this and that, I like netflix and twinkies. isn’t that so cool!?’. like I couldn’t hardly give two shits what you do, what your process is or your thoughts about all the things you’re spewing. kids nowadays are so thirsty for relevancy + recognition. little wonder they live fake lives as famewhores throughout anti-social media much. I mean the few times I have to go into a physical workspace its pretty annoying seeing Instagram gurl (my intern) taking her 450th selfie for the day. I ask her straight up ‘do you feel prettier or more desired doing that?’ not really waiting for any legit response. she gives me that murderous stare for a moment, which makes me laugh. she wants to ring my neck I could tell. it sometimes requires annoyance as performance art to penetrate through some people’s mental barriers and circumnavigate their constructs. we do this in Jeet Kune Do training on a wing chun wooden dummy.
what I’m seeing + feeling here is a lazy, half assed attempt to convince the world of your own relevancy. also, people lacked conviction, they lacked depth, insight, or courage in themselves, their words, their opinions. much of which was derived from a wide range of sources (usually: other people who did it better than themselves). kinda reminds me of this scene from Good Will Hunting:
just like the preppy white guy trying to sound so smug, so are we. trying to make ourselves look good at others expense. trying to flaunt our fake selves, our fake identities, our fake sexy lifestyles, our fake everything. what if our visitors are PHD owners, professors, published poets, the like? that’s highly unlikely. unless for whatever reason the elite intelligentsia of society felt the compunction for perusing personal sites all of a sudden. what we need, and what is lacking is being real, being up front, and not assuming we’re somehow more clever and cooler than visitors who come to our shores. they came to be entertained for a few nanoseconds. and, if you wrote something which wasn’t trash, annoying, possibly ugly maybe they’ll return. but only maybe. they’ve seen a carbon copy of you. they’re not looking for a fake you, they’re ISO a real you however. as real as you dare to come close to.
