Remember way back when, back when if you had a secret (or not so secret) crush on someone and you couldn't help but notice them that, maybe you'd give them a gift or do something special based on their perceived interests? And then they'd swoon (or, just accept it, with few words).
In this gesture was thoughtfulness. It was indicative that you were interested in, and cared about this person. And best of all it allowed for all of the heart-melting stories I've heard from parents. Stories of romance and indomitable tenacity.
Now there is just the internet, and all the details ascertained from this wasteland are creepy. We exist digitally and in turn our non-digital realities ultimately submerge into private.
Nobody hands out buttons, and flags have lost meaning unless they are photo-shopped into jpegs.
No one yells anymore! No one needs to yell anymore.
I am a little lost in this world. I don't know how to function or compete.
And people scratch their heads and wonder why so many of today's marriages meet through online dating. How else do we clash in a meaningful way? Everything meaningful has been metabolized into five or six formulaic text-boxes and the occasional status update.
Ultimately, I'm troubled that whenever I have an urge to be novel or to remind myself I exist, I open my internet browser.
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