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"I write for the unlearned about things in which I am unlearned myself." - CS Lewis, Reflections on the Psalms

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

social rant

Don’t we love that face that’s called a book with no pages to flip through but its facebook all the same or that site that’s called twitter, when really birds would rather die than get on the internet. Are we so short of inventions that we end up calling ourselves half humans and half birds?….tweets, tweeple, tweethearts. But we love it all the same. Viva la tweeter et facebook.

You go for a party or whatever function and the only familiar person in a room of twenty is the host, you’re fidgeting about cocktail hour and dreading the idea of dinner cos you don’t know if you’ll be able to have a healthy conversation with the stranger beside you. Drink in hand, you act like you’re not feeling left out as you try hard not to bolt home…then suddenly the fairy godmother of socializing brings facebook alive for you, hovering on the head of the person next to you is a notification ‘you have two friends in common’ and the one next to him has a twitter update saying hilarious things about the other guests, almost the exact same things you think, and the cute fellow seating at your right at dinner, is a friend of your sister’s ex boyfriend…you realize you have at least a friend in common with 70% of the people around you,how liberating, now you can walk up with confidence to whoever and make conversation, surely having mutual friends and retweeting their thoughts would make people drop their guard and loosen up.

Can you really have 1000 ‘friends’, and like know each one of them or might have related to them closely at some point in your life? Why’s my optician adding me up on facebook minutes after I walk out of the overpriced clinic? Do I really want to be friends with the immigration officer handling my passport renewal or house of rep member from my state who just discovered the joys of online networking? Or the Iranian jeweler?
Some random requests I choose to ignore, just because we have a hundred or one friend in common doesn’t mean I want to open the door to my life to you. Suddenly some random person you don’t know sees you as his best friend,they talk about you like they know you personally cos now they know your birthday, and your favorite movies and your favorite music. They’ve combed through your profile, made some of your pictures their screen savers. They comment on your status with exaggerated ‘lols’ and ‘lwkmd’,they retweet your every post. And when you walk out tomorrow and they say hi to you, you’ll look on in confusion cos you don’t know this person who’s saying hi to you, this person who’s probably read your facebook/twitter update that ‘you’ve got a bad case of the Mexican food aftermath” and has probably dropped a lol’ comment there, this person that has wished you a happy birthday. Or in a store you’re oblivious that the person next to you knows more details about your life than your new boyfriend. You don’t know this person who intimately knows you. Now that’s spooky.

Facebooking/tweeting/bbming has changed the definition of friendship. The ‘friends’ you hardly talk to in reality are regular callers online, your online bffs. The random guy from the 8th floor who you just send a hello nod to in the elevator is suddenly your best friend online. He pokes, sends the annoying fun wall mails and the sweet personal mails, no he’s not hitting on you, just conversations, you reply and he replies and you joke and laugh, he tags you in his notes and you comment on his talents, and then you meet in the elevator and you hardly have anything to say but smile and say the usual ‘hi’ and then you get a wall post some minutes later‘nice seeing you today and oh, you looked smashing” suddenly words are loosened up online.Is that a new definition of friendship?Limited to a free flow of banter online and a mute drought of words in reality.
no one wants your phone number anymore, they all want your bb pin. Phone calls are slowly loosing their appeal.
Are we destroying the idea of human interaction as it’s meant to be? Are these social networking tools the most unsocial things? Signing off for a full day is like some sort of capital crime to the mind, like a drought of info, a social fast. You cant help but put up your thoughts or whatever jargon you want to when you’re stuck in traffic, some waiting room, out with friends or even when you’re really busy and wiped out. Its only fair that you put something up in the status box, you want to be heard, and you want to hear what other people are screaming and whispering about.

Prof Susan Grenfield of oxford university suggests from her research that if facebook and twitter continues unabated we’ll be blabbing idiots living in the moment and reacting instead of responding to life
”I often wonder whether real time may eventually give way to these sanitized and easier screen dialogues, in much the same way as killing, skinning, and butchering animals to eat has been replaced by the convenience of packages of meat on the supermarket shelf, it is hard to see how living this way on a daily basis will not result in brains or rather minds different from those of previous generations”
Enjoy, but don’t let it use you or thrash you and transform you to a blabbing idiot living in the moment.Rather use it as best as you can in the promotion of self business, and your talents and like me my beliefs.
social networking has made people more antisocial. If you're more comfortable tweeting than speaking, you need therapy. Happy tweeting #okbye #justarantingpost.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Exhale....

Breakthrough:
1. An act of overcoming or penetrating an obstacle or restriction.
2. A major achievement or success that permits further progress

Open:
1. having no enclosing or confining barrier : accessible on all or nearly all sides
2 being in a position or adjustment to permit passage: not shut or locked

Door:
1.  A movable structure used to close off an entrance, typically consisting of a panel that swings on hinges or that slides or rotates.
2. a swinging or sliding barrier that will close the entrance to a room or building or vehicle;
 

thus an 'open door' is when a structure moved to close off an entrance is adjusted to permit passage...or whatever you want it to mean. As long as its opened i don't have qualms.
 

Blessings:
1. A special favor, mercy, or benefit: the blessings of liberty.
2. A favor or gift bestowed by god, thereby bringing happiness.
3. The invoking of God's favor upon a person

Speechless:
1.Temporarily unable to speak, as through astonishment.
2.Unexpressed or inexpressible in words: speechless admiration.

Its all about breakthroughs, open doors and showers of blessings. I'm like totally speechless and its all because of his grace.
 
Catch me if you can!!!
x

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Audi 80: In Loving memory

The car after my own heart. You stood by me through thick and thin.
How I loved you, we roughed it out together, we conquered the porthole infested roads together, driving through them like you were a land cruiser.
That’s what I loved about you, you always believed in yourself and did more than you could.and how cheap you were to maintain....just a few litres of fuel took me places:) yeah i know i starved you when it came yo your juice. Thank God for mum or you'd never have known what a full tank/belly felt like.

You tolerated my girlyhood, all those emotional roller coaster rides I took you on, crying and driving blindly far away from town, on highways with trailers and speed demon drivers…
All those girls I cramped into you. poor you, driving round town with girls hanging on every part of you.
You knew so many secrets, you listened to so many gossips…good thing you can’t talk, you might have betrayed me on one of those days I treated you like crap….remember? days when i was allowed to drive the mercedes.

You were true to the end, never once breaking down on me, even when you were sick, cancer of the throat, that made starting you a pain, you still stayed faithful.
You were a stubborn darling, refusing to abandon me.
You outdid that somewhat posh car in the race my friend used you for, I mean who knew you had it in you, one minute you’re my plain ol audi, and the next you’re flying in a race and winning, knocking the engine of the poor guy who dared to dare you. everyone had renewed respect for you after that day. Oh how you loved the attention.

Then you started to fall apart, the cancer took its toil on you, you would cough and splutter before you moved. But even with that, you stayed strong. All shiny and bright on the outside but hurting in the inside. You stayed with me through the four years in school. And mom knew you had gone through enough, it was time to let you go. Don’t get me wrong, as much as I was excited about getting to drive a new car that looked better than you, I loved you and I was sad to see you go.
Although you weren’t so hideous, you accepted the jokes of friends suggesting we send you in for pimp my ride. I’m not saying you wouldn’t have qualified, but hey…. I looked beyond your model and loved you.

I wonder where you are now audi? Are you making someone else happy? Or have you been abandoned in some junk yard? Its been 5 years, and somehow, even with all the classier and better(I don’t mean to be rude hun) cars, I still miss you and your stiff steering. Just driving you daily helped tone my arms.
Where ever you are audi, I want you to know that I miss you and I really did love you.

XoXo
FQ
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