Okay, since the brick and mortar venues are not so available to me for reasons previously discussed, I turn to an electronic means of meeting. Some times, I really wish I lived in a perfect universe where everyone was pretty and smart and considerate.
That isn't reality. Sometimes people that you think are pretty have been secretly praying that the whole Dorian Grey thing can play out. Guys who present as literate are actually insecure messes with no real social skills, and those why appear to be nice are in reality snappy, ignorant people who live to torture service industry workers.
Aint it amazing?
The anonymity of the internet does hide a multitude of sins. For instance, I can assume a totally fictitious facade and walk around cyberland completely undetected. In fact, at one point, I tested the theory and whipped up a profile that was a total fabrication just to see what sort of trouble I could get into.
Turns out you can really create havoc, but I knew that already. Again--trashy fun!
When you take a look at the whole idea of being on the internet, I think it's a lot easier to just stick with the truth. The main reason I do this is because it's just easier to keep my story straight. At least with my life, I remember the happenings verbatim. That's a really good thing, because I get confused and distracted easil...whaa?
I don't do the personals for various reasons, mainly the whole interaction thing. Therefore, I chat. Sometimes, I think I spend too much time in these rooms, and I wonder what purpose it really serves. Then I think, and realize that it's social interaction on a very small scale, and that's why I do it. I can sit around with a huge slice of garlic bread, fart and scratch my balls to my heart's content, and it doesn't offend even the meekest soul.
It masks things though. It's amazing what a filter that the internet provides, and what a tight sieve it offers. Part of the problem I fear lies with me, and my propensity to talk to random people who chat back. I'll talk to anyone, but only to a degree. If the conversation turns into a grotesque pile of un-fun steaming sexual innuendo, it ends. If people attack me, or are just unkind for no particular reason, out they go. Be polite, literate, and have something worthwhile to say, and yeah--I'll talk your ear off. Keep the dialogue up, and I'll be intrigued enough to actually meet you. Only the truly awesome get nicknames and/or are immortalized in the bloggie thing, though. If you got mentioned--go you!
You don't like it, get your own fucking blog
Then, there is the expectation thing. I know I do it--the process of making a mental image of a person. You know snippets of a person's life, and you take those small patches and stitch them into a mental crazy-quilt that makes up your perception of what that person is like in real life. Most of the time, it's not far off base if the person was honest in their description, but it always seems to lack just a bit. I think the reason for that is because it is, after all just a fabrication. There is no great basis in fact for believing that this person is who they claim to be. That is usually a stronger indication of who they are, versus who they claim to be.
Then there's the personality thing. Sometimes, you can pick up things through their ability to come back with a witty response, rather than answering every line with "lol" In the same thread, spelling, grammar, and usage are good indications of how educated a person might be, but that's really secondary. Some people may not be book-smart, but still fascinating to have as friends. To dismiss someone on that basis is just arrogant and unnecessary. It's just part of the process of collecting those bits of information.
By the same token, the person that shoots me this private message isn't going to get very far at all:
You: Hi
Me: Hello
You: How are you?
Me: Well, thanks.
(silence)
You: what are you up to?
Me: Hanging out, chatting. You?
You: Same.
(Much silence)
(I die of boredom)
Jeezuz! Have something to say! Talk about the weather, tell me how cute I am in comparison to yourself, and how in some cultures I may be even cuter. It's not difficult. They're called social skills.
On the other hand, there are people who you chat up, they seem especially vibrant and interesting, but then become drama-heavy and somewhat self-absorbed. I'll admit that I can be the first one to do this as well, if for no other reason than the sun is always shining on Planet Bob. But you know, what fun is it to listen to someone whine incessantly about how unhappy they are, and why everybody hates them because they are worthless. Get yourself some freaking Prozac and get that seratonin moving, for gods sake.
Physician, heal thyself!
That isn't reality. Sometimes people that you think are pretty have been secretly praying that the whole Dorian Grey thing can play out. Guys who present as literate are actually insecure messes with no real social skills, and those why appear to be nice are in reality snappy, ignorant people who live to torture service industry workers.
Aint it amazing?
The anonymity of the internet does hide a multitude of sins. For instance, I can assume a totally fictitious facade and walk around cyberland completely undetected. In fact, at one point, I tested the theory and whipped up a profile that was a total fabrication just to see what sort of trouble I could get into.
Turns out you can really create havoc, but I knew that already. Again--trashy fun!
When you take a look at the whole idea of being on the internet, I think it's a lot easier to just stick with the truth. The main reason I do this is because it's just easier to keep my story straight. At least with my life, I remember the happenings verbatim. That's a really good thing, because I get confused and distracted easil...whaa?
I don't do the personals for various reasons, mainly the whole interaction thing. Therefore, I chat. Sometimes, I think I spend too much time in these rooms, and I wonder what purpose it really serves. Then I think, and realize that it's social interaction on a very small scale, and that's why I do it. I can sit around with a huge slice of garlic bread, fart and scratch my balls to my heart's content, and it doesn't offend even the meekest soul.
It masks things though. It's amazing what a filter that the internet provides, and what a tight sieve it offers. Part of the problem I fear lies with me, and my propensity to talk to random people who chat back. I'll talk to anyone, but only to a degree. If the conversation turns into a grotesque pile of un-fun steaming sexual innuendo, it ends. If people attack me, or are just unkind for no particular reason, out they go. Be polite, literate, and have something worthwhile to say, and yeah--I'll talk your ear off. Keep the dialogue up, and I'll be intrigued enough to actually meet you. Only the truly awesome get nicknames and/or are immortalized in the bloggie thing, though. If you got mentioned--go you!
You don't like it, get your own fucking blog
Then, there is the expectation thing. I know I do it--the process of making a mental image of a person. You know snippets of a person's life, and you take those small patches and stitch them into a mental crazy-quilt that makes up your perception of what that person is like in real life. Most of the time, it's not far off base if the person was honest in their description, but it always seems to lack just a bit. I think the reason for that is because it is, after all just a fabrication. There is no great basis in fact for believing that this person is who they claim to be. That is usually a stronger indication of who they are, versus who they claim to be.
Then there's the personality thing. Sometimes, you can pick up things through their ability to come back with a witty response, rather than answering every line with "lol" In the same thread, spelling, grammar, and usage are good indications of how educated a person might be, but that's really secondary. Some people may not be book-smart, but still fascinating to have as friends. To dismiss someone on that basis is just arrogant and unnecessary. It's just part of the process of collecting those bits of information.
By the same token, the person that shoots me this private message isn't going to get very far at all:
You: Hi
Me: Hello
You: How are you?
Me: Well, thanks.
(silence)
You: what are you up to?
Me: Hanging out, chatting. You?
You: Same.
(Much silence)
(I die of boredom)
Jeezuz! Have something to say! Talk about the weather, tell me how cute I am in comparison to yourself, and how in some cultures I may be even cuter. It's not difficult. They're called social skills.
On the other hand, there are people who you chat up, they seem especially vibrant and interesting, but then become drama-heavy and somewhat self-absorbed. I'll admit that I can be the first one to do this as well, if for no other reason than the sun is always shining on Planet Bob. But you know, what fun is it to listen to someone whine incessantly about how unhappy they are, and why everybody hates them because they are worthless. Get yourself some freaking Prozac and get that seratonin moving, for gods sake.
Physician, heal thyself!
1 comment:
Well, shit fire and save matches! I didn't get a nickname!?
I agree I can only take so much of "LOL", "Same", and "Bored" which actually equates to HORNY!
I know the reality of internet chatrooms. I know that there is that barrier there for some people to hide behind. Basically, I am just not stressing it anymore. I know there is that saying "Can't beat them join them". Well, I am not actually doing that. But, I am going with the flow. Taking everything with a grain of salt. Wearing my "rose colored glasses", I guess you could say. I'm beginning to look at everyone from behind them with this look of "Yeah, I get what you're saying, Uh huh I'm interested." But, what they can't see is my eyes saying "Yeah, right get the fuck away from me freak". Have to go into it all with a sense of humor I guess. Then ya can just laugh it off later.
I find that if I get to interested in someone that I have talked to online they just turn into something totally different in person and never had the intention of following through. "Oh, you wanna meet and have coffee." "Oh, you wanna spend the rest of your life with me." Uh huh, right sure! Everyone talks the talk, but nobody seems to walk the walk. Talking all kinds of pretty words and lines. We give them what they want and it changes.
Anyway, what I wanted to say is I don't care what people do on the internet anymore, I don't care what people have to say anymore. Nothing exciting to say-can't carry on a conversation. NEXT! Close window and I just keep going from the next one to the next one. Endless supply of guys thinking with their cock! Think that's why the conversation is minimal, not enough blood to fill up both heads and for 1 of them to still function properly. So give me inuendo and horny tweakers at 3am to fuck with. Like they fuck with me. In all honesty, the only ones that get anywhere with me are those that don't seem to have this intense and persistent eagerness to meet me. Everyone seems to want to meet right then and there or the same week. But that's just me, I'm weird like that. Sorry this is so long Robert or totally off BASE!
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