Posts tagged ‘conversation’

Social media ain’t for us

Social networks have turned people into shittier friends.

That’s my conclusion after going off of Facebook and not doing much on Mastodon for a few days.

We have our connections, and acting on the “assumption” that our audience is there, we send something out into the aether and giddily await reactions.

We do not actively seek out our friends: “Hey, how are you? Got time for a coffee to talk about stuff?”
No, we act as if we are on a stage, we await reactions, and we react.
We perform.
We perform the initial action, and we perform the reactions.
It’s the same across all platforms, not just Facebook, but also Mastodon, and of course Instagram, Twitter, MeWe, Tsu and all the other garbage heaps too.

Social networks make us (more) asocial.
Social networks aren’t for us (people).

We are social animals.
We, once, needed the group, the tribe, to survive:
Loners died. Groups thrived.

It is engrained in our genes, that we need a group. Our friends, our family, our tribe, our people.
But because today (read: current times) it is harder to maintain friendships (full time employment, separated by many kilometres, different life choices [f.e. kids vs. no kids], ever shifting and expanding ‘tribal’ landscapes, etc.) we *could* use social media as a crutch, as an add on.

But this add-on has become full on bloat-ware that is now taking over the entire system.

People have shifted their entire lives into social media, they are always on, always available (except when asleep).
Which I find highly disturbing.
Which, incidentally, is only adding to my decision to kill all my Facebook and Google related stuff, and limit my Mastodon time.

If I want to scream into the void and wait for any reactions, I’m doing it on my blog. (Or I’d go to a comedy club on stage.)

But I’m done with social media. It is asocial. It has taught me that.
I noticed that I have become a shittier friend, and I’ve seen this happen to other people as well: Be seen. Be seen seeing.
But I don’t want to be an actor on a stage receiving attention at the speed and value of a Like/Fav/RT/mention/etc.
I want REAL connections; conversations – even digital – but not over an eavesdropping service that finds ways to insert itself and sabotage the entire thing.

No thanks.

Whatever you do out there, take care,
A.

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Life ain’t that hard, phones.

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Oh yes, that thing!

It is this simple:
-the stupid thing rings
-you pick it up
-talk
-finish the conversation
-hang up

Or:

-you dial a number
-pick up
-wait for the other to pick up
-talk
-finish the conversation
-hang up

End of story.

It isn’t fracking rocket science.

But the simplicity of the technology was too overwhelming for you idiots out there “we can be reached via telephone from 06:57 till 11:59 and from 12:32 till 16:42” frak you!
“You have reached the answering machine (voicemail) of Xaver Fratzenbraten, leave a message after the beep.” No. No I will not leave a message. Pick up your god damn phone you useless piece of filth.

With the advent of caller ID and smartphones, you can decide whether to pick up or not, by knowing who it is that is calling, before picking up.
But this is also the tricky part: If you aren’t going to answer calls from numbers you don’t know, don’t give away your fracking number!

If you have a smart- or regular old cellphone – PICK IT UP!!!
There is nothing more annoying than calling someone who has no meeting, is not driving, should be readily available 24/7 and the frakker never picks up the bloody phone!

Don’t get me started on the whole ringtone topic, or the newest atrocity: Music I, the caller, have to listen to while, waiting for you, the called, to pick up. Usually it’s some crappy tune onr can’t stand after hearing it the second time, certainly it’s violence inducing after the radio played it twenty times a day for eight weeks straight, and now YOU made me listen to it while waiting for you to answer? Frak you!

So, up there it is, a simply and handy guide to phone usage. Make it your cellphone background as a frakking reminder, or print it out and glue it to your case.

Oh and one simple rule, if yuo are on the phone – don’t yell. Don’t scream your everyday conversations, these things can be regulated in volume, and it functions in a way you don’t have to yell the distance away, okay?

Pick up,
A.

Roundhousekick

I’ve read recently “Thanking god for saving your house in a tornado while your neighbors got hit is like wriking a Thank-You-Letter to a serial killer for killing the people next door but not you.” – I concur.

I can imagine that prayer going like this “Thank you dear god for destroying the Smiths, their property and cattle, but not us and ours. Thanks a lot, love Jon. Amen.”

News has it that the NSA has been reading our text messages (amongst monitorin our calls and our E-Mails). Now, I know that they filter it with a computer for certain words, but imagine the poor Fraker going through a text message suspicious conversation…
“I’m dropping a bomb on my parents.”
“What?”
“I’M PREGNANT!”
“Julie, this IS your mother! Again: WHAT???”
“Uuuuhm….”

And that poor dude is just sitting there, not even able to flinch or smirk anymore.
Let alone laugh.
And because Julie once sent “Bomb” in a text message she’s under clsoer surveilance, after all, she might be writing in “code” now.
“Did you see teh dress that Kim is wearing? Oh Em Gee!” Poor Agent Smith is loosing the last bits of hope he had for the human race, and hopes for a Taliban Crazy to fly a plane into the NSA headqarters so his miserable life would find an end.

And of course, let’s not forget, the computer saw that Julie wrote her mum the word “Bomb” and now monitors the mother too more closely, and since she too might be writing in “code”, a living agent has to read her crap too. Perhaps even poor Agent Smith.
And now he knows that Julies Mom has an affair with Kim’s dad, and she found out, but to shut her up she bought Kim the hideous dress that Julie wrote about before….it’s worse than “The Bold and Beautiful”, and one day Agent Smith is found hanging in his garage, a suicide note lying next to him saying just “STFU!”…(Plottwist: Julie ALSO has an affair with Kim’s dad and he’s her baby’s father….)

There are news, and there are “news”. I recently stumbled upon a “news” blog here on WordPress. It’s in german, so most of you can be spared the pain, and honestly, I don’t want to give THEM any trackbacks or traffic, so there is no link or name.
But let me tell you that these people are as paranoid as they come. They make people who fear that Bush staged 9/11 and Obama is preparing a “Liberal Negro Takeover” pale im comparison. Let me just state right out here some contra facts: Toothpaste isn’t killing you. Vaccinations are your friend, not the enemy that increases hayfever (going back to ancient Babylon), causes cancer/mental illnes (falsified research in order to press charges) or death (WTF??). The only “New World Order” that is imposed on us is an economic one, and it will devour itself before it got going. So lean back and enjoy the warmest winter in recent european history.