Wasting time.
Aug. 20th, 2004 03:29 pmThe internet is a massive waste of time. That's what it does. There's information out there, good discussions, interesting pages, beauitful things...but finding it is mostly like sifting through a combination of dandruff and horse shit looking for a pearl, or a diamond. Once you do it long enough your allergies are going berserk and you can't get rid of the smell, even if you were clever enough to wear a hazmat suit.
I'm exhausted with this game. The constant ridiculous refrains..."I can predict the weather because I'm a psychic wolf angel." Or "My mother is a 8th generation traditional Wiccan and YES you can self-initiate." Or "The Morrigan loves cinnamon incense and vodka, and she's a loving mother goddess who's been evilly maligned into a hateful war crone. She leaves me love and pixie dust and feathers everywhere - teehee!"
I find I don't read things anymore. I skim, looking for that jewel in the dung...and I find them less and less often. I don't want to talk to people about my faith online, or my beliefs. I feel like it goes over a lot of heads, and for the most part they don't care...they just want someone to listen to how Frejya ate breakfast with them or whatever.
If only I had something more worthwhile to do...then I could stop looking at this trainwreck-esque pile of electrons, and have a real damn life.
-M.
I'm exhausted with this game. The constant ridiculous refrains..."I can predict the weather because I'm a psychic wolf angel." Or "My mother is a 8th generation traditional Wiccan and YES you can self-initiate." Or "The Morrigan loves cinnamon incense and vodka, and she's a loving mother goddess who's been evilly maligned into a hateful war crone. She leaves me love and pixie dust and feathers everywhere - teehee!"
I find I don't read things anymore. I skim, looking for that jewel in the dung...and I find them less and less often. I don't want to talk to people about my faith online, or my beliefs. I feel like it goes over a lot of heads, and for the most part they don't care...they just want someone to listen to how Frejya ate breakfast with them or whatever.
If only I had something more worthwhile to do...then I could stop looking at this trainwreck-esque pile of electrons, and have a real damn life.
-M.
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Date: 2004-08-20 02:31 pm (UTC)