![]() Someone looking for the phrase “drunk parties” ended up finding me, along with a million and one porn sites. I made the mistake of typing in some of the searches that brought readers to me. I found one million journals to read and they are unfolding to me every day. What is going on in our society? What is different? Was it always like this? Were humans always so lonely that they clung to the stranger who would hear their words? Is loneliness the definition of humanity or is this a new occurrence? My prayer was answered. When the gods wish to punish us, they answer our prayers. Are we so out of step with our emotions that we don’t know when to turn off the TV? The fact of the matter, however, is that it is us who choose to turn the television on instead of seeking companionship when we are lonely. They don’t even have the decency to stop talking when we weep openly. They are one-sided and they can’t hear us when we cry. We turn on our televisions and the voices make us think that someone is in the room with us, but those voices aren’t fulfilling the need. ![]() Television has proved that people will look at anything rather than each other. I have been blessed with hearing the stories of many strangers and right now there are over one million more that are begging to talk to me. It only takes a kind word, a polite nod or a look straight in the eye to start the floodgates. I’m talking about a chronic loneliness that eats away at the soul. I’m not talking the normal loneliness that comes at times. I don’t know what it is, but people are LONELY. In the future, technology will be so advanced, that people will go home and want to touch a piece of wood. Over one million people are out there, crying to be heard. There are over one million journals, diaries, calendars and date books online right now, with more every day. Sifry’s Alerts logged over one million weblogs on September 27 th. I made absolutely no connection to the weblog phenomena at all. At the time, I was just consumed with finding an interesting document of the thoughts and feelings of an ordinary person. ![]() I wanted to hear their personal thoughts and know their intimate secrets.Īt the time, I was clueless. I wanted to take home a handwritten journal that documented the life of a stranger. I wanted to peek into the life of someone. I was looking through this section and I was wishing I could find a diary. They had a whole section of old calendars and date books. I was in Salt Lake’s best used book store, Sam Weller’s, last weekend.
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