I am seriously considering jumping on the trending
technology detoxification bandwagon.
Within reason of course given I work in the IT industry and am beholden
to the tools of my trade. But I am keen
to divest myself temporarily from the tweets and posts and graphic images that
capture everyday life for the hordes of society. I need to breathe. I have become somewhat imprisoned in this virtual
reality world where a generic emoji however well-intentioned would validate
me. While I have liked and loved or
expressed sorrow or reposted sharing fragmented stills of my life, life was
happening right outside my android window.
An episode in Black Mirror a modern Twilight Zone captured
the insanity of a world obsessed with social media a fanatical desire to be
adulated by the faceless thousands vying for a perfect score. Losing who you are to be what they want you
to be. I am just an ordinary girl who laughs too loudly and thinks too
much. I lost that girl who put pen to
paper spinning yarn, and waxing poetic in her weekly column or in her
blog. I want to go back and recapture
that simple joy I had in writing.
A magnificent never-ending newsreel of life leaks, orchestrated
glimpses into our lives – our sport teams, political views or shock and awe at
horrific human rights deprivations, solidarity, raw sexual innuendo and extreme
personal betrayal or pain. Our story our
feelings marked indelibly in fewer than one hundred words and the perfect emoticon
to help deliver this vital message to your followers. And should we have regrets, lest we be judged
we can obliterate the memory, the thought from the virtual chasm of space or so
we believe.
I am overjoyed at the abundance of virtual love from my blue
like and red heart regulars and particularly to those who take a few additional
keystrokes to share a personal word or two.
A decluttering of a soul mired in banality wanting to spread her wings
and soar across a blue sky streaked with sunlight. The freedom from over-expression to once
again discover what is so perfect about imperfection. Time to reach out beyond the cyber walls
taking my thoughts and stories to the cement and stone streets. Hmmm….
