It's an age old question that dates back to this morning. Being a Sydney-sider I'm exposed to strange and unusual behaviour on a daily basis - it’s called the public train system.
We get the usual crack jobs and addicts for that matter, talking to themselves, eating mice, abusing seats, you know usual crack addict behaviour. You have the old creepy men that blatantly stare down your top and those that introduce themselves to you with an extended hand. It's at this point you praise the dettol gel in your bag, give them a fake name (I always go with Sue so they won't say it's pretty- sorry Sue) and hop off two stops before yours just in case they decide it'd be fun to follow you home.
That I can handle.
But what I can't handle is the craze that took the world by storm almost two years ago to this day. The iPhone. It was the ultimate in mobile entertainment. Let's not kid ourselves here either. We didn't buy it for communication purposes - we bought it to be cool hipsters. Well I did anyway and that's fine. It’s a great tool. The draft for this post? On my iPhone. Location? On a train. So what could I possibly take issue with other than myself? Well it happens to be the dude across from me.
Little school kid here- looks like a douche. Why? (Gosh I’m mean). Well because he is standing across from me playing a game whilst simultaneously socialising with friends via Facebook on his device instead of interacting with real life people. I remember when networking used to occur between two or more people - now we've become a 15 year old boy after he’s discovered net porn. We lock ourselves in our room and scour the internet for hours. We're addicted to the Internet and any technology really that separates us under the guise of connecting us. For instance- I have 221 Facebook friends (super cool). I know each one of them. I engage with each one of them and I really can pronounce all of their last names. They are my network - people who I find important. But it appears that I am a rare breed in this social age. One very good friend of mine ‘Shakespeare’ will only be friends with someone on Facebook if they add him. He likes to see that they've invested time in searching for his profile. I like this thinking but I tend to add others as well because there is awkwardness to Facebook that everyone experiences and yet no one speaks of. So we might as well address it now. If I add you does that mean I like you if you're of the opposite se x? Well of course I like you but that isn't the like we speak of. We're asking if I like, like you. Short answer is maybe, maybe not. In most cases it’s skewed to the not. Maybe you're just another name in my ever growing network of people? I collect friends - but only if I can see a return on investment.
Back to the issue here though. Little School kid has just hopped off the train. He's going to be playing his little game all the way to school looking as though he suffers from a birth defect and he’ll be chatting away to his friends via Facebook. But what happens when he gets to school? He now lacks the skills to interact with people on a human level. How does school even work these days? Facebook Classroom? (Original idea – you try and steal that Facebook I’m a have words). The kid thinks he’s the original hipster. He ain't. He's a douche bag.
Peace,
Moi.
Post Script: Sorry for using the D word mum.
Yep, We're all cool.
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