the world used to be so much simpler
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
There once was a time when we would fully express ourselves on the internet and not feel confined to 140 characters or a quick status update from our fancy blackberry phones. We would write our true feelings and thoughts and the anger that we carried with us throughout the day. We would write these things and wouldn't give a damn who read them or even commented on them. Strangers or friends, it didn't matter. Usually it was the negative comments that would drive us to write more and express ourselves more.
Now we live in a world that everyone is on the internet. Everyone can be googled. And everyone has a Facebook. Expressing ourselves with a quick status update usually containing about 5 words of really no substance and probably about something that none of us care about, but yet we feel compelled to give it a thumbs up and pretend we "like" it. Everything is locked, everything is "friends only". God forbid that someone might read something you wrote. Maybe it will jeopardize your job. Maybe, just maybe *gasp* you will piss someone off.
This is bullshit. I miss the depth. I miss reading about your lives, your pain, your struggles, the times you have fallen in love. I miss getting to know you. I miss feeling like I am secretly walking in your shoes, living your life.... living the pain you are living because at the end of the day... we are all so much the same and we all pretend everything is ok.
Now we live in a world that everyone is on the internet. Everyone can be googled. And everyone has a Facebook. Expressing ourselves with a quick status update usually containing about 5 words of really no substance and probably about something that none of us care about, but yet we feel compelled to give it a thumbs up and pretend we "like" it. Everything is locked, everything is "friends only". God forbid that someone might read something you wrote. Maybe it will jeopardize your job. Maybe, just maybe *gasp* you will piss someone off.
This is bullshit. I miss the depth. I miss reading about your lives, your pain, your struggles, the times you have fallen in love. I miss getting to know you. I miss feeling like I am secretly walking in your shoes, living your life.... living the pain you are living because at the end of the day... we are all so much the same and we all pretend everything is ok.
human
Sunday, November 1, 2009
"You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect - you aren't either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there."
-Bob Marley
-Bob Marley
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