in other news.
for two days now, i’ve had this nagging feeling. that feeling of wanting to pull further way. to turn the switch off. to not be so goddamn dependent.
what i’m talking about is connectivity. technology. virtual voyeurism.
the internet is too loud. millions and millions of people twittering about, posting photos, updating statuses, IMing, blogging, staring at smartphones. each and every one of us thinks our message is important. some of it may be, but it’s still so subjective. and ultimately, my synapses have had enough.
i’m no exception. in fact, i acknowledge my own contribution to the problem as i type this.
but i’m thinking i could be more selective with my input and a lot less addicted to the consumption.
a return to the analog. reconnecting with the silence. picking up a pen or a paintbrush or a knitting needle. maybe going to a coffee shop with a book or journal or some yarn. what a novel thought.
breaking up with the internet will be difficult to do. even as the dumper, i feel like the dumpee. still logging on, poking around, aware of my illicit acts, subjecting myself to the agony and the pain. my S&M relationship with the abstract. (yeah, go crazy with that one, googlebots.)
admittedly, it won’t be a clean break. the internet is good for some things. i’ll just use my discretion when hopping online.
so… i’ll see you around.
and in other news, there has been a weird, exotic bird incessantly tweeting (perhaps calling for its mate?) outside our office window for a week now. i feel like i’m in the jungle minus big spiders and bigger mosquitoes. there’s no internet in the jungle. is there?