||[Dec. 23rd, 2015|11:22 am]
Over 4 years ago, I asked somewhat rhetorically, "Livejournal and Myspace both got fucked, didn't they? Just wondering when Facebook ends up that way too." The answer is "some point in the last 2 years." It was bad. It gets progressively worse. How much of that is the medium vs. the people, I don't know. Twitter can be bad, but the limitation on characters makes it more like a chat room, which I appreciate. I too will grow tired of it and then perhaps I'll move to whatever becomes hot. Maybe I'll get a Tumblr and post poetry. Of what, I'm not sure. I don't even write poetry. I'm not sure where I'd start.|
Posting annually on LJ is the very definition of yelling into the void. There is only the faintest potential for echo. And yet, I do it. I find it life affirming on some level. It also resembles, to me, something approximating an act of defiance. The absurdity of this is not lost on me. Yes, I am still "here," but only in a phantom fashion, reanimating this account ever so briefly before returning to the "real world"; my wife, my friends, my family, my cats, my possessions, etc. You, the individual reading this, have done the same but with fewer thoughts back to this and whatever stage of your life coincided with your posting here. Maybe you've progressed. Maybe you're regressing. Maybe spiritual and psychological fulfillment isn't linear.
One of the better twitter accounts I read suggests to be nice to everyone, and reminds me that we will all die alone and scared. I'm working on that.