I am trying to move on from whining how lame the real net is and the world
for that matter. Trapped in this permanent adolesnce, I can't seem to move
on from this mental block how exciting the net could be and not just one
bitter humiliation after another.
The net and real world are real world are one and the same I guess. But
somehow I'm a little more sympathetic in the real world. Or at least pretend
to be as I hold back the snark I dole out cowardly to strangers online. It's
not like I'm above saying shitty things in real life, after all there is
a reason I have nobody to hang out with on a Friday night. But somehow on
the internet I just assume the worst of every faceless commenter.
Youtube and discuss gave me even more ammo with profile pictures. People
with avatars have atrocious command of the English language like myself. And
like myself I still strongly doubt they are Japaneses. As we consume junk
culture with junk food. Some of the most infuriating are the laughing man
profiles. Many are libertarians with a weird obsession with cows shit. I'm
not even talking using it as some sort of adjective. For cyberterrorist
sympatisers they seem obsessed with organic agriculture as if it is the
reason they're IQ is stubbornly low despite all the brain force they consume.
Much of this is probably out of self loathing, especially for who I was.
And really who I am as will soon loathe that too. I think I'm suppose to be
making some point about Lain's multiple personalities. I think the broad
is just going through the motions that all our social connections are 90%
feel good fiction.
We don't have different personalities online, we're this pissed, depressed
or elated at many points of the day. Depending on the situation, depending on
what dignity you strip away from us. We will express these feelings regardless.
I will probably realize I am wrong about when I'm too late. And I will take
out on you online if you ever remind me of me.
