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Face-twat

May 1, 2015

I’m stupefied by the importance social media have in people’s lives. I catalogue the uprise of social media as a new form of bread and circuses. Sure, your life get’s filled with substance, but it’s not satisfying. It’s like eating putty.

My life is not interesting per se

A lot of people seem to find entertainment in ‘following’ live the life of family, friends and fools. Even more, they enjoy reading all the nonsense these acquaintances want to share with the world. Alas, I cannot feel any interest into the petty-life of other people. I have my own and I enjoy it. Likewise, I do not understand why anyone would be interested in my everyday’s thoughts or my morning trip to the recycling park. You probably already feel bored by me sharing this simple detail.

Aberrant

I cannot but notice that I’m part of the minority of non-twitterers and non-facebookers. A rational man – like I’m trying to be – naturally comes to the conclusion that probably I’m the aberrant character in this story.

Get a life

Still, though I will not object to you calling me ‘old school’ for not twittering or facebooking, there are a few issues that raise my blood pressure:

  • If you are using facebook or twitter, please stop complaining about privacy issues. You are using a commercial service. Either you like the service or you stop using it. Complaining about it gets you into my book of irrational people.
  • I fail to understand why intelligent people are using social media to put their pants down. Like clockwork, politicians, academia and cultural or industry leaders lower their IQ in sync with their pants.

I know: from time to time everyone has an emotional reaction to specific event. Being able to reflect on such a reaction and confront it with ratio, being able to ponder about the consequences of a certain impulsive thought, is what distinguishes us from the apes.

Anyone in such a position, should not ‘resign from office’ but should be fired for incompetence. Indeed, that’s what it is.

Epilogue

You might argue that the fact that I write this rant on my site is part of my secret desire to be part of the social media frenzy. I regret to have to disappoint you. I will not miss one minute of sleep by you reading or not reading my rant. I write them for myself… to reread when I’m old and wondering what was on my mind in my forties.