Thursday, March 12, 2015

(part 290) A Post Everybody Can Hate

Trying to write about what happened, and what is happening currently, is difficult as hell. The multilayered past and present run together like a child's finger painting at times, begging the question, "Which is which?" I know the difference, but my job is to convey it in a way that the reader can know as well. That's the trick! Just because it is clear to me, doesn't mean it's clear to someone else. Not only am I up against the difficulty in writing it, I am also up against the differing opinions about the legitimacy of the facts themselves, according to who is reading what I write. There are some who question why I am writing about this at all. They, would be those who are either being written about, or have some connection to those I am writing about, no matter how flimsy that connection happens to be. The facebook connection between those who I write about, and who knows who in that configuration, dominates, by far, the scope of reactions, or non-reactions, to these most recent of posts. Like high school clicks, (clique) the friends, and friend's of friends, now enemies, sit back and ponder the rational of what I am doing, and why. Well let's just say I have a talent for pissing people off by doing what I do. Let's also say, that what is important to me may not be important to them, particularly if what I am doing can be considered sour-grapes.

In my way of thinking it is the sides, and side's of sides, standing in their little areas of supposed collective power, while saying, "don't want to rustle any feathers on faceook, because I have friends, who are friend's of friends of those people," who they themselves are no longer friends with. This convoluted mess of virtual non-friends, and friends alike, hamstrings one and all into a forced noncommittal stance, one way or the other. "I am your friend, but I don't want to get involved!" Great for you! Not so great for the one looking around to see if they have any friends who will stand by there side, come hell or high water. The answer is...a resounding no! There are too many cross references for that to occur. If you take a stand here, you will alienate someone over there, so the best policy is to stay out of it. FUCK YOU! That's my answer. Keep your mouth shut and play it safe. Never commit to anything unless it is something that a large majority of people all accept as acceptable. Short of that, which most everything in life is, stay uncommitted. There are some, very very few, who will actually say something that needs to be said, even if it puts them at odds with others. Bravo! But the rarity of this is disheartening as hell. It feels like the coke and cocktail party set, in L.A., fucking each other over for sport, in a never ending quest for popularity and position. I left L.A. a long time ago because of it, but since I've been on facebook I find myself uncomfortably reminded of what it was like, and why I left.

Facebook, and other so-called social media platforms, have degenerated into non-communication entities, where we can pretend to be talking to one another, while in reality we are not. Like a party, where we say hi to everyone, but to no one. A jack of all trades arrangement that never asks for a master of anything. It's hit and miss dabbling for the most part, without human beings being human, to humans. For those who despise real commitment, it is a paradise of opportunity, but fails utterly for those seeking anything truly real. There are some who say it is better than nothing, and perhaps I agree with that to some extent, but on the other hand the absence of real relationships is dangerous, and cannot be replaced by chatting with fb friends forever. Somehow there has got to be more than virtual make believe to remain a real person.....