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Welcoming Myself
Jan. 29th, 2005 09:46 pmHere I am ready to begin this on line journal describing the trials & tribulations of life (my life specifically) and hoping that time permits me to record such detail & events whilst secure(?) in the thought/knowledge that these entries exist only in cyberspace ... & for those that are interested in examining life from the 'outside looking in'.
How has time evolved to this absurd period we now all live whereby communication amongst a mass demographic exists via this bizarre concept akin to 'scripting in space'. Once upon a time, it was an exciting moment to receive a letter via ordinary mail. Now, we are burdened with far too much courtesy of cyberspace. What has happened to the process of communication when we mortals can't be bothered using our vocal chords, yet can spend an absurd amount of time in front of screens constructing missives (such as this) as a means of communicating our thoughts to complete strangers. Yes, such a process can be exciting; perhaps even a social or mental relief - yet to exist as such in this day and age (& without knowing what the future...or more to the point, technology, has in store) can be a very frightening thought.
One could be a celebrity; a politician; a humanitarian; a royal; a doctor, nurse, student, shop assistant, father, mother, son, daughter, brother, sister, grandmother, grandfather... Any of us could be; would be or should be, however, you will never really know as you are now partaking in communication I refer to as 'cyber schizophrenia'. No, this is not a mental disease; this is real life split 'technologised' personality ... courtesy of how one chooses to express themselves via this faceless mode as opposed to the real person who exists behind these sometimes cryptic rants. I could be any one of the above and you will never know. This may just be a fascinating process whereby only time may be so generous as to allow me to discover what more there may be to life's thoughts rather than my own.
We are here as this life persists in telling us to record events of our daily being - as I had once attempted to do as a child. I know these words will float somewhere although I don't expect them to be read. I don't care really...I will follow this mission and record my own memories - I then take off where I did leave some time ago & maybe the effect might be to create some good somewhere. I chose livejournal out of influence through witnessing the online entries of others (some, far more influential than others). Yet, I have no desire to comment on the work of others nor place judgemental thoughts or responses. Then again, maybe it's because I don't really have a desire for anyone to know my thoughts exist anyway. There is much for me tell...sometimes. And then, there's just a few words which describe much more. First and foremost, je suis ici perché mia vita has been a very odd & lonely experience with much that remains in the unexplained department.
One thing for sure, as I have often wondered through my entire life as to the purpose of my existence and as soon as I start to contemplate too deep, I begin to wonder if I am an alien placed here to experience and challenge the future as per the chapters that are ordained in my own book of life. Sounds insane but I have to deal with it. It's all a load of bollocks anyway.
On to that next chapter.
How has time evolved to this absurd period we now all live whereby communication amongst a mass demographic exists via this bizarre concept akin to 'scripting in space'. Once upon a time, it was an exciting moment to receive a letter via ordinary mail. Now, we are burdened with far too much courtesy of cyberspace. What has happened to the process of communication when we mortals can't be bothered using our vocal chords, yet can spend an absurd amount of time in front of screens constructing missives (such as this) as a means of communicating our thoughts to complete strangers. Yes, such a process can be exciting; perhaps even a social or mental relief - yet to exist as such in this day and age (& without knowing what the future...or more to the point, technology, has in store) can be a very frightening thought.
One could be a celebrity; a politician; a humanitarian; a royal; a doctor, nurse, student, shop assistant, father, mother, son, daughter, brother, sister, grandmother, grandfather... Any of us could be; would be or should be, however, you will never really know as you are now partaking in communication I refer to as 'cyber schizophrenia'. No, this is not a mental disease; this is real life split 'technologised' personality ... courtesy of how one chooses to express themselves via this faceless mode as opposed to the real person who exists behind these sometimes cryptic rants. I could be any one of the above and you will never know. This may just be a fascinating process whereby only time may be so generous as to allow me to discover what more there may be to life's thoughts rather than my own.
We are here as this life persists in telling us to record events of our daily being - as I had once attempted to do as a child. I know these words will float somewhere although I don't expect them to be read. I don't care really...I will follow this mission and record my own memories - I then take off where I did leave some time ago & maybe the effect might be to create some good somewhere. I chose livejournal out of influence through witnessing the online entries of others (some, far more influential than others). Yet, I have no desire to comment on the work of others nor place judgemental thoughts or responses. Then again, maybe it's because I don't really have a desire for anyone to know my thoughts exist anyway. There is much for me tell...sometimes. And then, there's just a few words which describe much more. First and foremost, je suis ici perché mia vita has been a very odd & lonely experience with much that remains in the unexplained department.
One thing for sure, as I have often wondered through my entire life as to the purpose of my existence and as soon as I start to contemplate too deep, I begin to wonder if I am an alien placed here to experience and challenge the future as per the chapters that are ordained in my own book of life. Sounds insane but I have to deal with it. It's all a load of bollocks anyway.
On to that next chapter.
