The Internet and Me: Why Some Relationships Just Don't Work Out

I began browsing the internet as a child, of the mind that this was the big shit.  I could use Altavista or Webcrawler to find any inadequate amount of information about something as I could (This was before Google or Wikipedia.  Finding anything using the internet was a crapshoot.)  As I grew up, so did the internet.  We both came into our own, and I got it in my head that it was a legitimate place to share ideas and enjoy being able to talk to someone miles away.  I don't know where the hell I got this idea, because I can barely get along with people who are not anonymous and at the very least responsible for what they say to me.

So, for a while, I kicked around the internet, I even tried doing freelance work as a designer/artist.  You don't know how far your head needs to be up your ass to make any sorts of success on DeviantArt until you try to do it.  You literally need to make it a job to be as much of a kiss-ass as possible, and you can make some headway, even if you don't know foreshortening from foreskin.  When it made art wholly unfun, I left, because I didn't need my hobby/career choice to be miserable at age 20 (I also wasn't even getting jobs).  That was the first lesson I learned: No one cares about your shit until you make them care about your shit.

Because when all meaning fails, draw a funny face and you too can get an LOL from a stranger in Vancouver

So, Facebook, also.  It's supposed to be...for...what's it supposed to be for?  Do I keep in touch with people I don't see anymore? (Not really, I usually just send them irreverent crap, which I guess was our relationship before they left the state/city.)  More often than not though, I have to sift through my (by the way, not very large) pool of Facebook friends, honestly looking through senseless text that just makes me embarrassed to look at, oh and rage comics.  God, once one of your friends finds reddit.com it's like all the shit from reddit just gets plastered all over their Facebook wall.  By this point (the point where Facebook is recognizing my face to tag photos) I've learned my second lesson about the internet: Deactivate your Facebook and never look back; you were better off before it existed.

I know it really sounds like I'm taking a "holier than thou/too good for this shit" attitude, but that's because I am.  The internet is a vast, vast land of fantastic freedom and global connections, and the only thing I can seem to find redeeming about it is the pornography (the relatively virus free stuff, anyway).  I wish I had never hooked myself into all this crap, because I'm pretty sure I was better at entertaining myself than by clicking on here.  Anyway, just letting you know, Blogger, that I have my goddamn eye on you. (Did I already say this a few posts ago?)

-Willing J. Knowles

Aw!  Thanks www.cuteoverload.com!

P.S. Oh, the pictures of cats and doggies are probably the only other thing that's worth doing on the internet.  Aw!