Life is centric. Experience plays a large hand in that. You can project yourself into someone else’s moccasins as much as you want, but the truth of the matter, is nobody will ever understand anyone else. There’s an interior in each of us that we constantly attempt to share. That’s why many conversations start with the weather. If two people can agree on that similar experience, in twenty five more ideas, they could be soul mates.
But the great depths of experience hollow out our similarities as life goes on. That is, as one progresses onward in life, his unique experiences increase and the chances of similar or shared experiences with another decrease. For instance, whereas many people who grow up and live in the same town all their lives tend to relate and befriend others that do the same, a person from that town who moved away and has traveled all their lives would not relate to such experiences. Same thing happens to friends after college, too much shifting happens and suddenly only very small amounts of shared experience are all you can relate to each other.
I know that’s fucking obvious, but here goes what I’m getting at:
Now,
With the internet, a whole other realm of experiences lies at one’s finger tips. The internet builds a entire alternate set of unique experiences separate from physical reality. Something as simple as the understanding of emoticons can alienate you from your identical twin. Kids talk about websites like they were pages from a novel, articles in a magazine. They breath information people just didn’t have in the past. The internet has taken those twenty five sentences to “soul mate status” and turned it into two hundred fifty thousand and seventy five steps.
My friend Adam’s parents liked the same two bands when they met. They liked The Mommas and the Papas and Jim Croce. These two bands covered enough common ground in their relationship that they were able to comprehend each other on a deeper level. They’ve been together for 30 years or so now. All from two bands.
Anyone fucking reading this that has only listened to two bands in the last two hours?
We’re the casual sex culture, we’re the lost communicators. Those few people that can dig in with another individual are burying their heads in the sand and turning away from the world. There’s a band on the North Eastern shore of Ireland that I fucking love. Never seen them. Have you heard them? Do you understand why I love them? Can you draw from the millions of other musical experiences that i can? Then I can’t connect with you.
But even if nobody else sees the throw away culture and lifestyle a waste of time, I stand proudly and say Fuck It! What a mess almost everyone I know is. Everyone distant from each other pissed off at the less-than-instantaneous communication texting or instant messaging provides. Everyone leaving a voicemail. Everyone sending an email and holding on. Everyone skimming through pictures of other young singles on websites trying to read “life experiences” in a list and find someone with enough “almost similarities”.
A few of my past relationships have been killed by long distance. Fuck it. If I had really wanted them, I would have gone and been with them.
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it. Goddamnit open your fucking eyes to the world. Grab a friend by the hand, turn your phones off and walk through the park. I guarantee the world will end instantly! And no, I’m not technophobic, I love it, I’m a big fucking fan of technology, but as far as building a relationship with others, finding a real friend, being lonely online and playing farmville or some shit on Facebook, why not just reach out to those friends. See them in person. Put the screens on power-save and go have a catch.
So, I guess…
Casual sex culture? Fuck it. I want some meaning in my fucking life.
