“kids arent being social now a days because of those brain washing phones” what the fuck do you think we’re doing with the phones. do you think we just stare at the number pad. do you think twitter is just a one way text from a robot bird.
*nod* I had a meatspace party yesterday. (To celebrate my new Canadian citizenship! \o/) I spent about the final hour of the four mostly with a pillow over my head, in a vain attempt to muffle all the light and sound to a decent intensity. I longed for Internet interaction, where it’s mostly quiet, things happen at an actually reasonable pace*, and it’s much more socially acceptable to ignore (or sometimes even call out as rude) “what are you going to do when you grow up” questions. (Those are basically just a veiled insult of the young adult in question’s ability to get their act together, by holding them to the unreasonably high standard of “knowing what they want to do with their life”. But that’s another story.)
All those get-off-my-lawn types talk about how pretty soon we’ll communicate entirely through text and won’t have face-to-face conversations at all. I’d say I can hardly wait for that day to come, but I think we all know it won’t. Unfortunately.
*Nobody would have let me spend half an hour composing this in meatspace. Maybe two minutes. And then they talk just as fast as they make you talk, and expect you to somehow keep up.
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#that excuse for communication called speech #remind me to try to talk her out of it next time Mom wants to host another party #in what seems like a rather backwards rule of social interaction you only get to kick people out of spaces that *aren’t* yours #if you’re elsewhere you can end the party #(or escape it) #(which is close enough) #by saying you’d best be off and going home #but if you’re *already* home you’re at the guests’ mercy #and they are not nearly as merciful as they ought to be










