Are you comfortable faking it? Friendship, love, and life – for instance?
by Stan Faryna
I’m going to do this like Jack does it. I am also inspired (in a manner of speaking) by a Florida Film maker that recently got accolades from the blogging community. More about that another time.
Stream of consciousness: I started with a title. It came to me as I watched my twitter stream. It’s loaded with love, gratitude, and inspiration.
I have selected this music to heighten your reading pleasure: The Blue Danube.
I started this blog post with a title that came to me as I watched my twitter stream. It’s loaded with love, gratitude, and inspiration. I’m talking about my Twitter timeline.
Like a river full of drifting trash. Like the blue Danube. Because the Danube is not blue. It hasn’t been blue for a long time. And it may never be blue again. Worse, the Danube doesn’t touch my heart like the waltz by the same name.
The real Danube is brown and gray and it’s filled with trash. Plastic two liter bottles, cardboard, and lots of other disposable things float down it.
Just like my Twitter timeline!
Yesterday, I unfollowed over 1,200 people on Twitter. This is the third time that I have unfollowed mass quantities of trash makers during my two or more years on Twitter.
I did it because the trash was so thick that my timeline had become a brackish stream of false consciousness. My timeline had lost any sense of blue.
Just like the Danube.
My Twitter timeline is a conveyor belt of trash and no one even notified me about this epic change of service. Twitter got out of the business of connecting people, ideas, and information. It’s about moving trash. Everyone knows, of course, that waste is a profitable and recession-proof business.
I don’t know where the trash is going, but it’s toxic – especially the sugar-coated stuff. We should stream it into deep space. For our sake. For our children’s sake. I know that ET might not like that. It might be too much ouch for the little guy. Maybe, that’s why the battle cruiser (aka Elenin) will intercept the planet’s path (around the sun) sometime soon.
The little guy is taking preventative measures. He may even be willing to sacrifice the very existence of Reese’s pieces.
Don’t underestimate the yet undisclosed wit and parody of a dude who’s real and man enough to say ouch. In public or from the command deck of an unseen battle star whose approach to Earth is eclipsed by the shiney of the yellow yellow sun.
Oh yes – where was I?
I confess that I got so click happy that I may have deleted people I want to follow. That sucks. But we’ll work it out.
The unfortunate problematic, of course, is that I still can’t find that blue that I’m looking for. My Twitter timeline still isn’t blue after all those clicks. I still can’t hear the music. And if I get back to the clickety click, several things will happen.
- I will lose lots and lots of followers.
- I will hurt people’s feelings. I will discourage them.
- I will lose Klout.
So I’m going to appeal to all of you out there to stop mucking up the collective stream of consciousness. And if it’s not you, spread the word. Shout this from the rooftops!
Are you really comfortable faking it? Friendship, love, gratitude, wisdom, and life – for instance?
The fraud of social media overwhelms me. The sheer volume of fraud that social media moves is nothing less than catastrophic. It breaks my heart. I wonder if Trey Pennington thought about it like this. Because there are moments of weakness when I am tempted to think there’s no hope for the species. That humanity is an epic fail. The Devil, as some stories tell it, has been saying this all along.
As I added that last line, young, American men (high on drugs and booze) are stumbling back to a nearby youth hostel. They pass under my window a few floors down. They’re talking about how beautiful the women are in Bucharest. Actually, prostitutes. They are amazed at how little they paid for love. Well, they didn’t really buy love, did they!? And now is hard times…
Imagine if this was a bad neighborhood.
Anyway, there’s a lot of flavor, attitude, and brand on Twitter. But there is not enough heart. Or honesty. Or humanity.
I’m not saying there isn’t heart, honesty, or humanity. I’m saying there isn’t enough. We are not being the best we can be – a theme from Cold Blood, an episode from Doctor Who. It touched my heart with sadness.
It’s not just Twitter. It’s Facebook and beyond.
A recent post from one of my Facebook friends, Margaret Kienzle:
WELCOME TO FACEBOOK … The place where people add you as a friend & walk past you in the street. Where relationships are perfect, affairs are started, & liars believe they’re telling the truth. Your enemies visit your profile the most, yet your friends & family block you. When you write what you’re really thinking, someone always takes it the wrong way, and people think your status is about them. The news feed changes daily and profile photos must be recropped (and/or disappear).
Indeed. If I followed the trail of tears that social media has revealed to me and others, I would be tempted to lay down in the middle of the stream just outside my window.
The stream of cars moving at 100+ kilometers per hour.
8 September 2011
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