I actually do not need to know “the paradox of ambient awareness. Each little update — each individual bit of social information —” (I’m So Totally, Digitally Close to You, 2) that my friends post on My Space. It actually annoys me because when I meet them, we might not have anything to talk about; for example, when they post their pictures about a trip to France and they add a description on each of their pictures to let me know why, where, how, who/what they were doing, plus I add some comments on their pictures. By the time they come back to Arizona the excitement is lost because I know everything already. Another example could be if they feel so happy or so depressed that they write about how they lost their jobs, husbands, a family member, etc. There is nothing intimate to share because everyone (online people) and I already know it. I’m supposed to put the same effort that my other friends put on their blogs to keep updated with them, but I prefer not to do it because I’m afraid I might forget how to speak clearly in front of people.
In fact, I think I already lost my ability in how to speak to people because for some reason, through the last time occasions I was shy to fight for what I believed in front of my friends, but instead, I used text “messages [because they] felt even more intimate than a phone call” (3), and even more intimate than talking face to face because through silent communication I wanted them to remember the words I wanted to convey, plus I was afraid I might offend them when talking because my words – and not only mine, but all humans – are said without too much thought than what we actually want to mean, but our true meanings change after we write them down.
This is what I learned in a past occasion when I tried to respectfully disagree with what one of my friends thought about doing such, ife is and how everything is precious because it has only then she became outrageous, and I think that she is also affected with the inability to say what she wanted to say at that moment, but instead she reacts with a frown and with a winning fussy pitched voice, as that of a little girl, when she is actually 25 years old. In some part, I blame her My Space account where she only adds comments about how wonderful life is how everything is precious to her. My conclusion is that her My Space account has only helped her to wisely react to the good stuff and not to the bad ones. After surfing so much online for fun and gossip about someone else’s MySpace, Twitter, Facebook and other personal webs, I think humans are affected with the inability to not put too much reason in their words through their personal web spaces leading them to only post the positive: How happy life should always be and forget how to react to the disgusting and unwanted situations of everyday life.
I agree that people don't put enough thought into what they post on the web. It feels like an empty space in which we can put whatever we want, but there really should be rules to what is put on. These aren't necessarily rules like profanity or content, but rather rules that allow people to be real instead of hiding behind their fake website walls. Just a thought.
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