harmless? bananas!

Flip Flop

I don’t know what everybody’s so happy about. Or oblivious about. Increasingly my feeds are not filled with people sharing, but with personalities, brands and everything that makes living, impotent.

Is this what the future was supposed to be?

What happened to those of us who shared our thoughts and feelings online, without a brazen care in the world, nor thought about the consequences of social media policies or the melange of “how-to’s” and “you should’s”.

My feeds are a cold dead place, few are truly engaging.. and every article preaches something that isn’t. Everyone has an agenda, a message to sell, a piece of our ornamental selves, elevating us to the shallow pedestal of fifteen minute fame. There is little that is personal about the web anymore.

And maybe that’s why I had to leave it all behind. I don’t know how to be anything but myself. And when I don’t fit into that cookie cutter, mass produced, factory assembled media practitioner.. I am not a mass communicator. I don’t do well with mass appeal. I loathe it, and I loathe myself for what I had to accomplish. Not that my soul is plunged into the depths of hell for it, it’s just a selfish personal preference.

So I’m still searching for that spark of passion, to do something I really want to do. But alas, my house isn’t in order, and it doesn’t feel like I’m anywhere closer finding out what it is that I want to do.

You’ll be there waiting for me won’t you? It’s the only hope I got, even though I don’t always remember it.