Sharing This Experience
The reason I like Twitter is because, like Bob, the world feels a lot less lonely in some ways. It’s the reason I love the Internet. The connection to other humans. That is an emboldening experience and one that instills confidence.
I was shaky. I still am. It’s scary. But the essence of life comes from being out, interacting with humans, having enough confidence to give your personality a whirl and see if it attracts any takers.
Bob’s funny because, like all of us, he wants to have it both ways. He wants to be sensitive and vulnerable and let you in and, at the same time, he wants to be above it all and on top of the mountain, opining and all that.
But you don’t have to read his shit if you don’t want to. So that’s up to you. But I’m on the same tip as him, albeit on a smaller scale. Life is about having the courage to listen to all the doubts in your head about whatever you’re doing and then say, “Fuck it” and do it anyway because what else are you going to do.
We live in public. I have to see that movie. It’s true. I wonder what it means on the level deeper than the sneering ironic, “We’re all such narcissists and pathetic” meme although that could be true but there is something to all this connection.
All these bytes and electrons that are capturing the collective human experience in a way that heretofore has not been possible. So that we may live on although our consciousness may evaporate into the ether or take other forms against which it is unknown whether we’ll have the memories of these moments within us. So this is a record. And we were here once. And I guess that means something or it doesn’t.
Meanwhile, the universe continues to expand and from the sky we are small and to a mouse we are big or a rat and then from a different scale we are giants and then there is the dark matter pushing all of us away from each other into something else.
I wonder if all of this, the Internet, was destiny or a fluke or what. Predestined. Ordained. Human progress and the inevitable result. Or just a happy accident. What other ways could progress have taken us.
We want to be together. In some way shape or form. We want to be together. And accepted.
