"If you're lonely, be patient."
Through a video poem with background music and animation, a homely bespectacled type thirty something whispered to me this morning, on YouTube.
I've decided I want this to be my epitaph.
OR something like:
"Lonely am I, and alone I plan to always be. Goodbye"
Now, who's with me?
It has always sort of twinged my nerve endings to see how desperate for interpersonal validation we can all be. And after all I'm just as guilty as the next. I mean, a blog? What kind of self serving, ego indulgent, make shift city corner soapbox cock n' balls is this?
Be patient, validation will reveal itself to you as it should.
That might be the skeleton key to this twisted labyrinth of inquiry. The answer that none of us have been able to embrace fully for most of history. Delayed gratification.
Deserved validation. Not forced or choked from the lungs of our passive onlookers, but earned honestly and honorably through an active audience, a fan base with a sincere curiosity for answers that may lie within someone other than themselves. For where else would they learn what they need to know about the world? Of course, the artist, from his hole in the mountainside is subtly telling all of us who are listening that the answers we pursued in climbing his humble creation could have all been answered, had we spent the time to get to know ourselves a little bit better.
I guess this rant is mutating into what it is because I have a deep concern for where human interaction seems to be going. Maybe because I have spent many a dark hour inside my own apparently sick mind, with no one to keep me company but my own ghosts, and the darkness has made it hard to believe that anyone else has felt what I've felt and no one would understand, no matter how well I thought I could explain it. So what's the point. Keep it to yourself, Sean.
And yet, here we are.
Now, more than ever, the avenues to pursue this vice are well lit and paved in cyber-social gold. I mean, Facebook is worth like half a trillion dollars or something. And as far as I can tell, Facebook's most valuable attribute is its uncanny ability to allow us to spy on people we may have used to know, but certainly no longer do.
Second to this characteristic, is the one I think emmerged from the general understanding of the first
Through a video poem with background music and animation, a homely bespectacled type thirty something whispered to me this morning, on YouTube.
I've decided I want this to be my epitaph.
OR something like:
"Lonely am I, and alone I plan to always be. Goodbye"
Now, who's with me?
It has always sort of twinged my nerve endings to see how desperate for interpersonal validation we can all be. And after all I'm just as guilty as the next. I mean, a blog? What kind of self serving, ego indulgent, make shift city corner soapbox cock n' balls is this?
Be patient, validation will reveal itself to you as it should.
That might be the skeleton key to this twisted labyrinth of inquiry. The answer that none of us have been able to embrace fully for most of history. Delayed gratification.
Deserved validation. Not forced or choked from the lungs of our passive onlookers, but earned honestly and honorably through an active audience, a fan base with a sincere curiosity for answers that may lie within someone other than themselves. For where else would they learn what they need to know about the world? Of course, the artist, from his hole in the mountainside is subtly telling all of us who are listening that the answers we pursued in climbing his humble creation could have all been answered, had we spent the time to get to know ourselves a little bit better.
I guess this rant is mutating into what it is because I have a deep concern for where human interaction seems to be going. Maybe because I have spent many a dark hour inside my own apparently sick mind, with no one to keep me company but my own ghosts, and the darkness has made it hard to believe that anyone else has felt what I've felt and no one would understand, no matter how well I thought I could explain it. So what's the point. Keep it to yourself, Sean.
And yet, here we are.
Now, more than ever, the avenues to pursue this vice are well lit and paved in cyber-social gold. I mean, Facebook is worth like half a trillion dollars or something. And as far as I can tell, Facebook's most valuable attribute is its uncanny ability to allow us to spy on people we may have used to know, but certainly no longer do.
Second to this characteristic, is the one I think emmerged from the general understanding of the first
