How I feel about social networking is it gets really confusing. It’s a lot to keep track of. I feel sometimes like Facebook is a desert island I’m stranded on, only I got to bring everything with me. It feels really distracting. I find myself not reading people’s blogs as much. I don’t like that. I feel other people may be experiencing this, too, to some degree.
Not many people visit my blog anymore—though I doubt Facebook is 'to blame'. I can’t help but think maybe a couple of my reviews have alienated me from some people (it seems, since I started writing more reviews, people visit my blog less). I don't know. It seems my ‘internet presence’ is mirroring my ‘real-life’. The ‘internet’ is becoming ‘real’. Seems sadly humorous.
I’ve been thinking a lot about euphemisms lately. They’re very funny, and only serve to further infantilize adults (who behave and speak the same way around their children: as if nothing exists the way it exists, as if the concrete world can be altered simply by using a different set of words to describe it). Funny, but somehow ‘sinister’.
I don’t like it when Jif peanut butter commercials manipulate my emotions regarding family. Jif, please don’t make me feel like I’m not a good father because I don’t spread your creamy product on my daughter’s toast. Choosing Jif is not a simple way to show someone you care. It's peanut butter.
Television inspires me to imagine that someday I can stop watching television, that I can go out into the world and live a happy and fulfilled life, but it’s also gracious enough to make me too comfortable, make me feel secure and calm and thoughtless, makes me think I like watching television.
Most my time is spent reading things that make me feel incompetent and jealous. With almost the last bit of money I have in the world, I bought a pair of slippers at the dollar store the other day and wore them home. In them I felt my toes wiggle, and that gave me hope.