What? Do you think writing a snarky, introspective, wannabe-philosophical blog is clever or something?
Sure. But what exactly does that make someone who is reading a snarky, introspective, wannabe-philosophical blog?
Thing is, and twenty years on, a lot of us have figured out that this internet thing is basically a vaguely-sorted, half-baked collection of documents written or otherwise created by a very large number of authors and consumed by an even larger number of netizens. Sure, you’re going to find funny stuff online, and you’re going to find garbage, too — you’re also going to find a lot of personal opinions and ideas that probably don’t fit into either category. And that’s actually a good thing, despite what some folks might say.
Problem is, a wandering band of untouchable, anonymous readers have emerged between the pages of the net. Despite a narrow and genuinely narcissistic understanding of themselves in the context of the universe, they’ve put on the hat of critic and poke through the net pushing down anything that doesn’t fulfill their narrow and short-term need to directly pleasure their mind or body. It’s sad. I see people trying to contribute — and sure, it’s not perfect. But the effort is there. And then I see the bullies emerge.
So, is this just another clever blog? Sure. But, I’d rather be one of those authors writing half-assed posts that risk becoming personal, snarky, introspective drivel, than one of the self-appointed-experts of the net proclaiming the unasked-for rite of ubiquity of content on the net. Yeah, this might not be funny or relevant to anyone but me. But who the hell are you to expect that?