Facebook RAGE!
The ticking of the clock marks the time-keeping of your laziness. 2 am approaches and if it was not for the repetitive clicking of your index finger on the left button of the mouse, an observer might conclude you were in a catatonic state. You are fighting sleep in your mental lethargy yet simultaneously existing in a physically caffeinated state. It’s the overwhelming desire to extend your time of nothingness before another evil day claims you for itself. A vast array of images briefly imprint on your memory before they fade away to an abyss of another’s supposed happiness. De-contextualised status updates rouse your imagination conjuring elaborate and exciting lives of the writers and leave a sense of despair at the voyeuristic inactivity of your own. Are you right to feel this way?
Facebook. The website steals your time like the taxman your money. So psychologically consuming it can alter moods. And why? Facebook is a great place for everyone to feel like they are living exciting and fulfilling lives and furthermore that people have an interest in them. But largely these are shallow attempts at self-deception. This is a breeding ground for narcissism, falsehoods and peeping-Toms. It is sad that from a few minutes on someone’s page we know that they are: so over it: moving on up: taking names: feeling lost: loving Idols or watching someone.
My main Facebook-point-of-rage however is people’s responses to other’s status updates:
Quentin cannot believe this happened!
Sharmaine: shame babe what up?
Tom: Believe it buddy.
The sickening thing is that Tom last spoke to Quentin three years ago, Sharmaine is so self-absorbed that the only reason she commented on this was that she had to fulfil her daily quotas of ‘facebooking’ interactions to help alleviate the empty pathetic vacuum of her life. And Quentin: he should just fuck off and die an abrupt cyber death.
