Wednesday, January 30, 2008

This, My Greatest Consent

The other day I was playing Ping with some buddies - I won't name names, but you know who you are - and I went up to my room to drop off my jacket. I noticed my monitor turned off, tapped shift and it lit. Seeing no new MSN messages or emails, I opened a window and clicked the Facebook link - and felt a ripple of shame.

Fuck that.

Seriously. The only reason anyone would work to make the things you do shameful by your own admission is because they're scared of being caught in the act themselves. Really! If they were not a part of it, then certainly they would do the logical thing and stay not a part of it. The fact is, websites such as those - such as this! - are called social utilities because that's just what they are. Tools to assist one socially, I suppose, although that one takes advantage of them does not imply a need for them, but rather an eye for efficiency.
So fuck you kids who would smirk and mock. What are you gaining? Unless you're constantly sizing up the particular individual you're addressing for comparison to yourself (a truly depressing suggestion), your position has changed none. It is disgusting to think that a man would benefit from his ignorance and arrogance.
So then, what happened to the idea of potential? Did everyone forget it?

I really am pretty annoyed with people working to make me feel bad for enjoying using the internet in whatever fashion I may choose. Next time someone's got a smart ass comment, you can keep it to yourself, or rest assured it will be received with great joy - for a friend revealed an enemy is a benefit to all men. And women.

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