Monday, September 17, 2007

My inner Hypocracy...

I have noticed that blogging, which was once the hottest thing around, is slowly becoming obsolete. Is the fad of blogging dying? Facebook seems to have swept all the old bloggers away up the technological stream. What is with all of these Internet fads? They all come and go so quickly. I can hardly keep up. First it was MSN messenger (which seems to have bared the test of time), then chat rooms, then Angelfire, and live journaling, then My Space, and blogging, and finally Facebook. Are we all that desperate for human contact that we search through cyber space for someone to talk to? I miss the intimacy and effort people used to put into snail mail. It was always so exciting seeing an envelope addressed to you. What could it be inside this small paper home? A letter or some photos perhaps? And what ever happened to care packages? I understand the convience of the Internet for I am an avid facebooker, but I still miss hearing a familiar voice over the phone, or having someone just "drop by to say Hi!" I will say that I am slightly addicted to texting, it just seems easier than talking. Yes I realize that what I say and do are totally opposite ends of the scale, and I do realize that this would make me a hypocrite...but I enjoy the convenience of our era. I also long for the romance of the past era. Like dating. When our parents were young they "dated". And back then it meant that you went out on dates with several different people, as they tried to woo you, and when you decided that you wanted to be a couple you "went Steady". Now if you are dating someone it usually means that you are an exclusive couple right off the bat. I long for the days of "courting". Not that I am "dating" anyone anyway...but it's the thought that counts...

4 comments:

Kami Akai said...

*slow claps* True enough. With the invention of the internet it has closed down the main form of communication, voice to voice!

Kami Akai said...

Oh BTW the story fell off and it's someone elses turn

Mel said...

Thanks Jen, I'll repost the story.

It seems easier to do all the talking on line. I know that it feels like you can open up more, which is a scary thing, as you knever know who is on the other side... It takes more courage to open yourself to someone, face to face. We have lost the art of reading people, their emotions and their expressions. I think I am a bit of an empath, as I can usually tell what people are feeling... I have always been good at "feeling" strong emotions...unless mine get in the way. I am getting better at sheilding too, I can block most of it out, but then I feel head blind...it is a weird feeling...

Avaelyn said...

Yeah, I've noticed that I am also slightly hypocritical when it comes to this subject as well. I enjoy getting phone calls and letters, but I almost never do either. I also don't blog as much as I used to, now that there is Facebook. It's nice for me, because, most of the time, I'm not really all that good at talking to people in person. I feel like it's easier for me to get out what I want to say when I can write it down, and reread it, edit it, and make sure it IS what I want to say. And, it sounds kind of creepy, but I kind of like being able to observe other people and their lives from a distance. They write things, post pictures, and I can just go check it out. If I have something that I can or want to say, I'll do it. But if I have no response, I don't need to say anything. But then, at times, it bothers me because I want to be actually involved with these people, but I don't think I could be. Ah well.

In response to your comment, I think I am also pretty good at feeling other people's feelings. But it is frustrating a lot because how other people are feeling can really affect me. It makes it hard if you want to try and help the person to feel better, I usually just end up feeling bad myself. I especially feel bad about this with Kyle. He's always really good at making me feel better when I'm upset, but if he's upset, I know, and I don't always know what to do, and just end up getting upset myself. FRUSTRATING x 1000000000000000000