There was a time, which I can vaguely remember, when the world was blissfully devoid of the Zuckenburgs, Dorseys, the Karps and… well social networking. During this period in time, society was progressing in the art of conversation.
Laughter was actually genuine and not the three letters “LOL.”
Abusing someone involved actually opening your mouth and directing a tirade of mirthless expletives towards them, as opposed to merely “un-liking” their Facebook posts, or indirectly tweet bashing them.
Bullies used to be big, hulking, acne riddled monstrosities as opposed to the “programming geeks” of today.
Pause, imagine that world and imagine this one. The status quo is being hammered by people hidden behind their computer screens. People like me. My skin colour is brown, but by the time I’m done tweeting and facebooking and wordpressing and instagramming, I’m ready to audition for a version of Twilight worth watching.
“Hold on a minute!” you exclaim. “Mobile phones now have apps for every single social networking site” you give me the evils but I refuse to be intimidated. When you take a walk or go for a run, if you do in a society with ever increasing obesity, how many people do you see around you looking into the depths of their smart-phones? In fact, how many times, do you become oblivious to your surroundings and resort to replying to a BBM or uploading a picture of a car onto instagram, or enjoying some trivial crap on facebook.
Sigh… I do enjoy Twitter. I do enjoy Facbeook. I do enjoy WordPress (bit obvious considering I’ve surpassed 200 posts). I enjoy Instagram. But what I wish was that, as opposed to facebook messaging my neighbour, I
could pick up the phone or take a walk less than 20 meters to have an aural conversation.
But I can’t. I’ve become so dependent and comfortable in cyberspace that I feel spaced out in public places. Family dinners all around me have disintegrated into every member tending to their mobile phones. Yes social networks have helped in networking and sustaining relationships all across our planet. But at the cost of society yelling LOL as opposed to laughing? Yelling WTF instead of saying What the….? Murmuring FML instead of expression of discontent?
Bet some of you have things to say about this… But just once, I wish someone who took offence to the crap I wrote or said would verbally abuse me as opposed to leaving anonymous comments or indirectly tweeting, or blocking me on FB. Tweet at me bro? No. Come at me Bro.