I hate the 21st Century

IF you ask kids what their struggle is, they'd probably say something incredibly stupid and trite and annoying.

When they return to their absence of thought, they will probably be more emotionally effected when a text message goes unreplied or when that bubble that someone is writing them an instant message lingers for too long or when they log into facebook and there isn't that little number next to that weird rectangle thing in the bottom right corner.

I do not want to accidentally make a valid point, but there is this staunch stubborn desperation for 'freedom' that causes people to become saturated in the trivial. People are so disgustingly catering to commonality that, given all the avenues of communication, people aren't fucking saying much of anything.

As our technologies for communication reach a greater intensity and immediacy, there is a greater and greater revelation of the substance of societies consciousness. And I am horrified.

I remember when I used to defend Twitter. The ability to instantly share information with people is something that can be used for great things. And it has been--the crisis in Iran is a perfect example--people actually exchanged information of worth. Accomplishing something.

The majority of people's updates on twitter are pejoratively self-indulgent and utterly worthless because they aren't engaged in anything. Its unapplied emotional drudgery.

Every human being in the first world has a voice and we are singing bad karaoke. We have the tools to build and mobilize more intimate social structures and yet we are still being disciplined by vicariousness.

There are too many people with the secret belief that there is nothing they can do about the problems they face because no one else sees them as problems. There are people who are understandably catering to the hands that feed them because this is their crisis and they have to do what they need to do in order to survive.

But there is a generation of docile upper to middle class people who aren't looking to do anything but feel fucking good. Which is fine, if you are willing to actually explore a real methodology of ecstasy rather than merely trying to repeat the habits of prime time television.

We let our lives be lived for us as we continually accept unfulfilled roles to live unfulfilled lives. With all these avenues of communication, with all these abilities to connect, we must offer our immediacy, not sacrifice it. And yet we live in a world where face to face experience is being sacrificed for a quick text message.

No one is anywhere and its beginning to show.