Let’s face it, the world is a very inquisitive place. People want to know what you’re upto, what you’re doing, who you’re doing, why you’re doing what you’re doing and the list goes on. While i could fill up an entire year in just posting the billion permutations and combinations of the terms “you” and “doing” with regards to your friends collectively known as Big Brother, the most important thing is this, they want to know what you’re really thinking.
Sure if they were smart enough they’d realize that to get that information out of you they’d either have to:
1. Be psychic.
2. Be you.
3. Be you and be psychic.
And since they’re none of the above , they’re watching like voyeurs watching random acts of debauchery during a night of alcohol fuelled brutality.
In spite of the fact that it is irritating, they’re dumb enough to continue. Which brings me to the crux of this post. Most of folk don’t realize we need space. Space to think, space to reflect, space to vent rather than be encased under the nano-scopic purview of the public (or in this case) social eye that monitors your every action, interpreting (misinterpreting it rather) in the basest way possible leading to scenarios that would make Max Mosley’s video exploits seem like a regular family home video.
Ergo, keeping this in mind, this blog is my virtual fortress of solitude, or my freestyle dojo. Free from those who call themselves “friends” and others who’re nosy enough to give Pinocchio an inferiority complex. Anonymity has it’s perks. This is one of them.
Now Listening To: Tiesto – Carpe Nocturn
