I would like to apologize for my absentee presence on this page. It is amazing that when you fall into a pattern how hard it is to break the spell. For the past two years I have been taking some “me” time and going back to school. Maybe not traditional school, but learning how to fly a machine that defies gravity as well as the basic understanding of physics. Anyhow, flying helicopters has been an amazing experience, but in the process there was a lot of studying and bookwork to become prepared. So that has taken up a lot of my time and focus, so I lost the time I used for this web page in the past.
Although, when I do a lot of bookwork I also find myself doing a lot of procrastinating. To me each study session would always start with a brows of the Internet, which non-the-less always seemed to drag me into the pit of Facebook. The web page, that I have dubbed, “Wastebook,” is interesting enough and by reading or saying the name alone you feel like you are maintaining relationships and learning about people, but in reality I find myself drifting farther from most people then I have in years, despite all my “friends.” Since I know what people are doing, because I stalk through their photos like a voyeur loving recluse, I feel like I understand what they are doing and in some vague way we are still connected.
The bubble that humans are starting to live in, by adding friends through the click of a mouse instead of interaction is destroying the art of actually making and keeping a “fiend.” Planning an event, done on Facebook. Asking a friend a question, not a phone call but a few poorly written sentences on someone’s “Wall.” The act of communication is diminishing and with kids sending an average of 2000 texts a month these days I am pretty sure sentence structure and vocabulary are no longer a priority. (lol, cant wait 2 c u, ttyl)
So, I have realized my wastbook weakness and I have lost touch with the art-form that I enjoy so much. The art of actually thinking and writing. Using the language that I understand, yet still can’t spell, I have the freedom to say more and enjoy a sentence more profound then, “Stoked for the weekend, just made an apple pie.” So, to whom ever reads this, thank you for breaking away from the painful fad that is Facebook. Not that I am trying to be a pontificating Facebook hater, because I too will loose myself in the images of strangers from time to time, but I hope that we all see the reality which is the eminent demise of formal communication. So I will try to spend a little more time off the book and paying attention to things that matter, because I don’t care that you, had a long day at work today, then cooked spaghetti for the kids, and we all don’t need you to tell us there is only three more days until the weekend, because we all work, eat food, and can count too.
But don’t worry, I will be sure to notify you on Facebook when ever I post something new on this page..
