Hormones

I did not get to read today. I spent the day making new friends online, and that can be, besides dangerous, addictive. I actually do not endorse online friendships and have done it very few times in the past thinking they're just not a natural way of human contact. On the same line of thought I deleted my facebook account completely about six months ago, refused to continue blogging, and though I had opened a twitter account I stopped posting tweets and following people. I have been outraged by how dependent on the web my friends have become.

People no longer bother to inform you about upcoming events; they assume you'll find out via facebook. That killed me. My social life was obliterated by my rash decision to quit online social networking. I missed parties. I lost contact with close friends. People didn't seem to rationalize what my situation entailed. Everyone thought it was a ridiculous outcry against conformism -- May be that's a little bit true.

Anyway, about a month ago due to unrelated circumstances I created a facebook account. Gradually, my friends found me. Although I now check my facebook only every other day, This is a marvelous new space to take advantage of. Why should I continue writing/ranting on a journal, when I can post on a website for the world (two or three people) to read? Sure, I remain firm on my stand that our society has become far too dependent on the internet. We're all aware of that. But as a tool, a tool instead of a life style, it can be pretty useful. The first facebook account I created (which I kept for close to three years) I used to check three to four times a day. This time, I have taken a tighter self-control grip on my online activities. It is enjoyable to figure the most effective manner of conveying a message/status in under one hundred forty characters. It is therapeutic to let my thoughts flow in the internet -- along with those of another couple billion earth-dwellers. As long as I maintain a constant surveillance of my facebook-stalking time, it is just as enjoyable to look through people's profiles as it was during the myspace age -- although I miss the greater amount of drama which myspace relationships featured.

Ok, I'd love to continue but the most beautiful brat needs help brushing her teeth and my body is imploring some rest. Good night.