It feels nice to be involved in things doesn’t it? Part of a movement or something. Swinging on Russell Brand’s chest hairs.
You are everything that has ever made you cry. You are everything that has ever made you laugh.
What effect does the ability to “erase your mistakes” on the internet have on your behavior?
I thought we’d eventually stop pretending that there are boundaries and just open up the sockets in our bodies and tether ourselves together, human to human, a living four-lane highway running between us.
Have our lives become more about what we show to people than how we actually live?
My ambivalent relationship to Facebook says more about the complicated nature of human relationships than it does about the platform that is meant to facilitate connection between people. The “like” and “block” functions are not the problem. Status updates and tags are not the issue.
Because wouldn’t you rather be living your life than posting about it?
In the past year I have consolidated most of my online activity onto Facebook. This is as surprising to me as it is to any Facebook naysayer reading this. I used to be one of you.
I don’t want to move there after the inevitable, “20 Ways You Know You’re A True New Myspacer” posts come out.
Is it possible to have friends who are purely for the Internet, and others you get to interact with out in actual society?