The problem with technology… Ah, I could be here for a while. And the irony of this, is that I’m using the Internet to complain about it – brilliant!
Now, before I start, I have to say this – MOST of the time, modern technology can be used for great purposes. The Internet, simply, is one of the best creations of our generation. We can buy, sell, read, learn, listen, write, create, play, share, laugh, inform, discuss, and so much more using just one system.
But what happens when we don’t know when to stop – when we are relying on technology more than we should?
We must email our colleague to say thanks for helping us out; we re-tweet our favourite celebrity because they pulled out a random quote which is completely relevant to our current situation; we text our friend to let her know we are outside her front door (erm, what?); we go to McDonalds with a friend for lunch, and rush home to update our Facebook status, because it was like, the best day everrr. (This is after tagging ourselves there so that our 573 friends know where we are; and before uploading 92 pictures of this crazy day out and the Big Macs that went with it.)
Too many times I have had my Facebook wall bombarded with people who, all of a sudden, want to know how I am. “Omggg, haven’t spoken to you in sooo long! Where av u been??!” And no, these aren’t my friends. These are the people who I may have sat in a geography class with, when we were 14. Never said a word to me in class… Except when doing a group presentation on limestone. But because we are now online ‘friends’, my statuses are suddenly quite funny, my photos are gorgeous and my music taste is pretty awesomesauce.
Something’s not right here. Why am I now a subject of interest to you? Why did you never speak to me before, or when I really needed a friend? Because you’re using technology to hide. No-one needs to know what you really are like. They will only see this image that you paint for the world to see. A fun, friendly person with a beautiful (edited) profile picture, and an exciting (non-existant) social life.
A less dramatic example of this lies with one of my best friends. It’s actually become quite funny, because she’ll call me up and talk to me for hours about the text she is just about to send to her ex-bf. Here’s what she would typically say:
“Shall I say ‘I really miss you, and wish it didn’t have to end like it did.’? Actually, no. That makes me sound desperate, right? I’ll take out the ‘really’. Okay, I’m gonna put 3 dots after that. Wait, NO! I can’t! It’s way too mysterious, he’ll think I’m up to something. Or he might chase me… What do you think? Now the kisses. How many shall I put? I won’t put any, maybe… Hmm, okay I’ll put at least one. I don’t want him to think I’m a stone-cold biatch. DONE. I’m gonna read it all to you now, tell me if there’s anything I need to change.”
… like the guy even cares. Putting that much thought into a text is not healthy!
But see how she tried so hard to keep up this appearance behind a mobile phone? Had she met up with him, everything would have been out in the open. You can’t hide body language, facial expressions, blushing, smiling, natural reactions… And you can really laugh out loud!
Stop tweeting. Start meeting. Go out & start a conversation with a stranger. Look into your partner’s eyes and tell them you love them. (My ex-boyfriend could only declare his love for me with a text; yet he would barely look at me when we met up.) Turn the telly off for an hour, and play a game with your family. If world poverty bothers you so much, quit complaining and writing statuses about it; go and help out as much as you can.
Don’t ever feel as if you have to live up to this image that everyone wants you to be. Because the truth is, nobody cares. They’re too bothered about what THEY look like! And how THEY are portrayed by everyone else! Paradox, much?
Oh, and please try not to forget about the existence of doorbells – respect the classics, man!