Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Visions in an ethernet fog.
I love omegle, and for all the wrong reasons. The idea is incredibly simple, pair strangers, and let them talk. This would be a swell new way to meet new people if it wasn't on the internet, because once you give people anonymity the asshole inside most of us seems to rear its dispicable head. The site is at least one third dudes wanting a chick to cyber with. A noble cause for them I'm sure, however begingin every conversation asking if aI want to cyber can get old really quick, this is where the game starts. I let them think I'm a girl, get em to talk for another few lines, and they inevitably ask for pics, at which point i link them to a drag queen pick on flickr. Most are put off by this, pride and arousal hurt by a hairy man wearing a tight fitting dress and messy wig. Some try to match wits and bring back some of their pride. However if you ACTUALY happen to find a decent person to talk to, and have a normal conversation with someone, that alone in it's own way is pervere. It's like the "single serving friend" speech in fight club. You talk to these people, find out about where they love, or their favorite bands, or who they would fuck given the chance, then you part ways. You just spent anywhere from five minutes or upwards talkign to someone, learning things about them only for them to vanish into the fog of the ethernet world, never to be seen again. in a way it's bittersweet to actualy talk to someone you could be friends with, and then they're gone. Omegle is most certainly an interesting concept. Much like the force it can be used for the light side of the force, or the darkside of the force.
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Hello stranger.
ReplyDeleteSome of us have come to accept that bittersweet flavor of life and the nature of attachments as they come and go. Because you know what, life comes and it goes. real fast. Happiness lies in treasuring the small but very meaningful moments and being patient with the unpleasant things in life.
"You are no longer a child, Reuven, . . .It is almost possible to see the way your mind is growing. And your heart, too. . . .So listen to what I am going to tell you. . . .Human beings do not live forever, Reuven. We live less than the time it takes to blink an eye, if we measure our lives against eternity. So it may be asked what value is there to a human life. There is so much pain in the world. What does it mean to have to suffer so much if our lives are nothing more than the blink of an eye? . . .I learned a long time ago, Reuven, that a blink of an eye in itself is nothing. But the eye that blinks, that is something. A span of life is nothing. But the man who lives the span, he is something. He can fill that tiny span with meaning, so its quality is immeasurable though its quantity may be insignificant. Do you understand what I am saying? A man must fill his life with meaning, meaning is not automatically given to life. It is hard work to fill one's life with meaning. That I do not think you understand yet. A life filled with meaning is worthy of rest. I want to be worthy of rest when I am no longer here. Do you understand what I am saying?"
-Chaim Potok in The Chosen.
Remember the crippled wings and smile because life isn't cruel, maybe difficult, but it's shaping you.