Sorry about the absence. I have many excuses, none of which are witty and/or interesting, so, I leave you to it. Here is the next post.
Sadly, this leads to kids being incredibly skewed socially and they appear melancholic, annoying, over-bearing and boring to most people who are considered normal. In other words, the current situation with technology and access of information is just a pathetic substitute to living a real life. Kids would rather lead a better life on SecondLife than be bothered to interact with somebody in real life, simply because, it’s easier. A kid has more control over their online persona than they have on their real life, because they’re stuck in a mess that they got themselves into.
So what do these stereotypical kids who do nothing but make bad poems about pain have left other than goth music, goth movies and goth clothes? All they have left once they are uprooted from their lives and examined is just a whole lot of anger, hate, disgust, mistrust and melancholy. A sad life indeed.
So how did he get into this situation? How did a baby, an existence which brings so much joy to everybody around it (most of the time) become an almost overwhelmingly sad person? What got him to a state where the only way he can express any real emotion is through a smiley, online? Well, in most cases, it was just being an eternal misfit. Feeling out of place in literally every situation, and there are so many things around us to enforce all this like sad music and dark movies among other things. After a while in that state, it feels like an effort to interact with people, ‘Why deal with everybody and their bullshit when you can live any life you want online?’ is a question that is inevitably asked, and sadly, the audience which receives this question just can’t argue, or don’t feel like talking to the person in question.
After a while, it becomes blaringly obvious to the person in question that something has got to give, that something is amiss. And all he can think about is his adolescent years in school when everything seemed so perfect and he was living in such harmony with everything around him, when he was so much more open to things, and all he wants to do now is just go back to that state, he becomes so nostalgic that he arrives at a dilemma, either he can go back and shape up and live his life or he can piss it away living in a fantasy that only makes him feel more empty, and the choice is entirely up to him.
PS: This was influenced (as you can see) by Porcupine Tree's Fear of A Blank Planet, which touched a lot of issues and situations that probably needed to be addressed
