I woke up this morning in a hazy daze. Barely able to walk, I make the mistake of tripping over my own two feet. Another average morning in the haze of disenchantment. I know being disenchanted is the norm nowadays. Social media cultivates this mentality without any assistance; it’s the infernal monster at the end of the book. We’re sucking on the tits of Facebook, bathing in the cesspool of Twitter, and consumed by the vanity of Instagram. I’m in Barnes and Noble soaking in my environment. I believe books will become ancient artifacts. Mere phantoms of the past because it’s easier to download, but we like simple alternatives. I notice a woman stroll by with her soul being sucked away by her iphone: an impish demon with hypnotic app magic. My eyes witnessing small incidents of a diminishing culture. I feel the distance from my fellow man; consequently, it pisses me off. Polite greetings are now awkward taboos, yet greetings acknowledge you’re still thriving in this crazy world. Human interaction is a lost art. Like moths to a flame, we’re attracted to the illumination of our phones—blinded by the light.
Nostalgia taps on the window of my childhood. I was born in the late ’80s, but I grew up in the ’90s. Passing a note in class was a death sentence, your giga pet kept you up at night, and Saturday morning cartoons became a religion. Children were forced to tell time on analog clocks and letters were handwritten. Letters! Does anyone write letters? A handwritten letter expresses emotions from the sender to the receiver. The sentimental aspect the written word can cultivate. Handwriting is just as recognizable as a voice and takes place when the voice is unavailable. These letters are cherished because you know they were held by that special someone. We can always Skype! We can text, email, and tweet! We’re in touch all the time, but letter writing is extinct. A few moments ago, a teenager asked me to borrow a pen. He needed it to fill out a job application. Wait…Aren’t most applications filled out online? Like them on Facebook? Follow them on Twitter or Tumblr? I thought the gods of corporations prefer the easy method. I see the old ones still have traditions in this world. More importantly, the kid is filling out applications and turning them back in. In the generation of apps, I guess some things haven’t died out. Interestingly, I’m blasting social media while using social media. How funny is that?
Technology (Social Network), You’re Cruel!
Communication is a personal exchange
maintained between two individual people,
technology crept in to lighten the burden
to lessen the awkwardness of conversation;
rarely are random chats initiated,
diminished away is a pleasant greeting;
emoticons and lols became our voices,
we’re occupied by a phone’s illumination,
we’re enchanted by the social media.
Connection lies in our personal networks
it seems we’re disconnected from our fellow men.