The Internet Breeds Self Centered People
Yo Bus dis' (ebonics translator enabled)
The internet(s) [depending on if you are from the other country known as the Red States or not] is overall a great place. Where else can you shop for rare CD's, jewelery for your s.o., and browse porn all at the same time. Well at least you can in the confines of your home and not work.
Are there negatives to this excuse for laziness we call the World Wide Web? There are many. But one that becomes nails-on-chalkboard painfully obvious is self-centered people.
We all know who they are.
They're the ones who never talk to you just to say, "Hello." Speaking of which, that song is incredibly self-centered- "Hello, is it me you're looking for?" You think, Lionel cares about this woman he's singing too? No, he just wants to know that he is the center of her world.... but I digress.
When they do contact you, its usually with a specific self-centered reason in mind.
Self-centered one: "Sup man!"
Me: "HEEEEYYYY... what's go...."
Self-centered one: "Cool. Hey can you hook me up with some..."
Oh yeah, and then there's the self-centered people who listen intently - but dont' say anything - because they're really just waiting for a nice lull in your talk to jump in with their true agenda. These are the sneakiest ones.
Normally - on the street - face-to-face conversation forces some measure of interest by the other party. Mostly this is due to the simple presence of the other person, which reinforces that there is a human being behind the voice. Also, its partly because there are time limits on conversations in real life. You can't say a sentence, walk away to do something and come back and continue the conversation without pissing off the other person.
On the internet(s), its different. The internet(s) itself breeds selfishness and isolationism - which is why it works so well for the porn industry. I mean, lets face it, its much easier for someone to get porn via the internet than to actually have to rent it out and, god forbid, make eye contact with the clerks as you rent out the latest Kobe Tai flick. SHAME ON YOU SON FOR PAYING FOR PORN IN AN ADULT VIDEO STORE. (Imagine the voice of God saying that - I can't seem to get the pitch and tone of God's voice quite right yet - I'm a God Voice Noob)
Everything online is catered to appeal to the selfish, immediate gratification needy technonarcicist of today. You can buy and read anything at anytime anywhere. IM allows you to have conversations that run throughout your workday - without really having said anything. Bulletin boards or forums allow you to post your thoughts on things that vary from cars to farm animals without fear of any social backlash - because nobody knows who you are, where you live, what you look like, and what type of weed you smoke. Well okay, maybe we can tell what type of weed you smoke.
The problem is that this selfishness and self centered philosophy spills over into their regular behavior. Save a few internet friends I've met, the rest of them want purely to talk about themselves at all times. IM becomes a form of self-propaganda, like they're trying to prove something to you, or a tablet for venting, like they think all you care about is to listen to them whine.
Maybe its good they just see a white scren with letters, cause if they were saying these things to me face to face, I'd probably make a too-sour-i'm constipated-something smells funny-mad at another four years of bush grimace. And that would end the conversation. But because they don't see that - they keep going on and on and on and on. Its like somebody gave them viagra for their keyboard.
For the most part, I don't mind. But once in awhile, it'd be nice if these people would return the favor. Maybe I ask too much of people, but then again, why should I lower my expectations? In addition, I know that once in awhile, I can fall prey to the same "me me me" attitude that plagues the online population. But I like to think that I'm largely immune to that - but then again, I write a blog - so maybe I'm just being hypocritical. SHEEEEEIIIIIT.
The internet(s) [depending on if you are from the other country known as the Red States or not] is overall a great place. Where else can you shop for rare CD's, jewelery for your s.o., and browse porn all at the same time. Well at least you can in the confines of your home and not work.
Are there negatives to this excuse for laziness we call the World Wide Web? There are many. But one that becomes nails-on-chalkboard painfully obvious is self-centered people.
We all know who they are.
They're the ones who never talk to you just to say, "Hello." Speaking of which, that song is incredibly self-centered- "Hello, is it me you're looking for?" You think, Lionel cares about this woman he's singing too? No, he just wants to know that he is the center of her world.... but I digress.
When they do contact you, its usually with a specific self-centered reason in mind.
Self-centered one: "Sup man!"
Me: "HEEEEYYYY... what's go...."
Self-centered one: "Cool. Hey can you hook me up with some..."
Oh yeah, and then there's the self-centered people who listen intently - but dont' say anything - because they're really just waiting for a nice lull in your talk to jump in with their true agenda. These are the sneakiest ones.
Normally - on the street - face-to-face conversation forces some measure of interest by the other party. Mostly this is due to the simple presence of the other person, which reinforces that there is a human being behind the voice. Also, its partly because there are time limits on conversations in real life. You can't say a sentence, walk away to do something and come back and continue the conversation without pissing off the other person.
On the internet(s), its different. The internet(s) itself breeds selfishness and isolationism - which is why it works so well for the porn industry. I mean, lets face it, its much easier for someone to get porn via the internet than to actually have to rent it out and, god forbid, make eye contact with the clerks as you rent out the latest Kobe Tai flick. SHAME ON YOU SON FOR PAYING FOR PORN IN AN ADULT VIDEO STORE. (Imagine the voice of God saying that - I can't seem to get the pitch and tone of God's voice quite right yet - I'm a God Voice Noob)
Everything online is catered to appeal to the selfish, immediate gratification needy technonarcicist of today. You can buy and read anything at anytime anywhere. IM allows you to have conversations that run throughout your workday - without really having said anything. Bulletin boards or forums allow you to post your thoughts on things that vary from cars to farm animals without fear of any social backlash - because nobody knows who you are, where you live, what you look like, and what type of weed you smoke. Well okay, maybe we can tell what type of weed you smoke.
The problem is that this selfishness and self centered philosophy spills over into their regular behavior. Save a few internet friends I've met, the rest of them want purely to talk about themselves at all times. IM becomes a form of self-propaganda, like they're trying to prove something to you, or a tablet for venting, like they think all you care about is to listen to them whine.
Maybe its good they just see a white scren with letters, cause if they were saying these things to me face to face, I'd probably make a too-sour-i'm constipated-something smells funny-mad at another four years of bush grimace. And that would end the conversation. But because they don't see that - they keep going on and on and on and on. Its like somebody gave them viagra for their keyboard.
For the most part, I don't mind. But once in awhile, it'd be nice if these people would return the favor. Maybe I ask too much of people, but then again, why should I lower my expectations? In addition, I know that once in awhile, I can fall prey to the same "me me me" attitude that plagues the online population. But I like to think that I'm largely immune to that - but then again, I write a blog - so maybe I'm just being hypocritical. SHEEEEEIIIIIT.
posted by Richard at 11:24 AM
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