(Archived Post – March 3, 2017)
One could say that the best thing about the internet is that it makes it possible for you to be anyone you want to be. The anonymity you possess while pecking away at the keyboard is perhaps the closest thing to real freedom we’ll ever truly know. You are who you pretend to be.. the potential fulfilled. No one ever being the wiser.
I thought that with such a vast slate of possibility I might try and cash in on this virtual reality like other folks… But, sadly I am still only me. Flawed and real. I have no great tragedy or success. I have only the experience of a life lived. Perhaps I could have done things differently.. steered clear of all the sex and heartache this world seems to manufacture. But honestly, real or virtual, what’s the fun in that?
I know that I’m not everyone’s ‘cup of tea’ and it really doesn’t seem to faze me. A trait I inherited from my father. Which coincidentally is his most endearing quality; the ability to totally and completely not give a shit. To truly not sweat the small stuff.
I would like to imagine that this will find its way into the consciousness of those who need it. A shot sent out into the infinite abyss of pseudo culture, that somehow finds audience with humanity; real or virtual. Although, I’m keenly aware that in all likelihood I am just writing to myself. Which is fine too.
If a tree falls in the forest and no one is there to hear it… it does still make a sound.