Cyber-Generation

So my blog entries come to me at the oddest of all times. Most of the times, the reason my poor little blog gets this neglected is because I tend to use the pen more often than the keyboard.

I guess, even for all my self proclaimed love of technology, the harsh coldness the cyber world creeps me out a bit too.

Where thoughts and emotions are just data, typed out and ready to send; where feelings become lost in the constant updates of other's lives; where invasion of privacy is just a calculated click away. This is the reality we live in. The cyber generation. Wires and signals replacing our bloodstream and our hearts are like a higher power, a few keystrokes from us.

Netspeak. Texting. Chatting. Instant messaging.

Gone are those days where you came to the playground to show off your new toys or eagerly looked forward to meeting old friends catch up.

Gone are the days where your personality mattered.

Now we just create a new one, sitting behind the screen. A personality reflected by flashy graphics, cheap glittery images and the same generic sayings repeated over and over.

We are unique, just like EVERYBODY else.

We are the Cyber Generation. If you aren't like us, you must obviously be a nobody.

OF COURSE you are different, OF COURSE you are something new.

So is everybody else, join the queue buster.

This attitude scares me. How ready we are to forgo our emotions in exchange of this digital fortress we build around ourselves. E-Thugs. Everyone is tough online. Everybody has an opinion and it is the ONLY right one. Mob mentality, connected by millions of servers across the world. We are sheep with no leader, walking on the same path over and over till our heads spin.

Headed in no direction, millions of people connected to a God Module called the internet.

Connected in this web of information spun over decades yet disjointed as ever.

ThisIsUsNow.

Pen on paper, I compose my feelings, I gather my thoughts and begin CREATING something that is wholeheartedly ME, in it's essence, not something mass produced and repetitive designed to keep the trolls at bay while I construct barriers.

This is the world we live in and it is ironical how we snap at others to "Get a life" whereas our own lives are mere moments in time controlled by the flashing, blinking screens of the computers WE built.

Slaves to our own creations.

ThisIsUsNow.

Till next time.

Ciao!

T