This ain't no resolution. This is a mother trucking manifesto.
Iâ€™m going to tell you how I really feel and then, Iâ€™m going to actually do something about it. No apathy here.
Maybe this is just a phase. But, this is totally about me â€“ not you, nor anyone who chooses to continue to engage with you.
Iâ€™m just â€¦ not that into you anymore.
I need some time apart, to navigate without you for a bit. I realized a while back that my relationship with you has totally disconnected me from reality. What you deliver to me is in no way authentic. Itâ€™s a specifically sorted collage of only what you and your users want to show me, allowing the mind to create false stories around this show of selective truth.
My relationship with you has caused me to become cut off from so much. I feel a deep disconnect from culture â€“ true culture that I can corporeally experience. I am ashamed at how out of touch with real news I am, influenced into accepting your "feed" as an alternative to more journalistic sources. Newspapers and telecasts replaced by your relentless roll filled with gossip and half-truths.
Most disturbing is that I feel your presence like Big Brother, watching my every move so that EVERYONE is privy to details of my daily life or special events â€“ even when I myself do not share this information. I miss the anonymity of daily life. And not only do you track and broadcast my activity, but you then use it to try to sell me anything that may be within my demographic interests.
I miss my life before you, when my privacy didnâ€™t need a policy.
I donâ€™t think Iâ€™m better than you or anything like that.
*I just donâ€™t feel BETTER after I interact with you.*
Honestly, most of the time I feel worse. I am sensitive to your emotion-manipulating advertising and non-consensual social and psychological experiments. I am defenseless to the portal of spontaneous energies you deal to me via the screen of my digital devises. But, I will no longer be a victim to your p…Read more...