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it's what we are all thinking

There's something wrong with me. Now, I can't say for sure whether my condition, or predisposition I suppose, should be dealt with by a philosophy major or a physician, but there is no doubt in my mind that the contagious disease that I have contracted is in dire need of intense study. My lament (this time) is not that I simultaneously like The OC and Frank Sinatra, or that I don't think Jennifer Lopez is hot (something worthy of 40 lashes apparently), but instead what I like to call passive-agressive-suck-at-life-iness. At this point you have no idea what I am talking about. Let me explain.

Last week when I was online, probably, ahem, reading the news of course, an ad popped up. At this point I knew it was an ad (I'm not that much of a moron), and immediately went to close it. Until, I noticed the repulsively intriguing content. It was formatted in that all-too-familiar three-squared rectangle. "Which one of these is Jessica Simpson?" it read. As I clicked the correct picture, I had a less than profound sense of deja vu. I had done this every time a similar ad had popped up. For some uncontrollable reason I had needed to see the results of this ad and each other like it. Now don't mistake me for an ape. I knew conciously and subconsiously that no one who had been sent the ad did not know the answer and that there is not a bugger out there with the drive to hit the wrong answer on purpose, yet still, despite the objection of sense, I had to see. It's not that I had to make sure of anything, but more like the force was propelling the mouse to the right (or metaphorically wrong) spot. My hand on the mouse was moving the cursor on the computer like one of those stupid boards teenage girls (and Michael Jackson) use to tell them what car they are going to lose their virginity in. At that point in time (actually about 20 minutes before I wrote this) I was amazed and horrified by the realization that I had lost and that my losing symbolized a larger losing on the part of everyone born between the years 1980 and 1993, as well as those weird, up-to-date, aging hipsters. We all want something to do, but at the same time don't want to do anything. My mind was twisting with three questions. Why do I do this, what is wrong with me and society, and why is everyones drive for an excuse to sit alone so high?

After hours of deliberations I have decided upon an answer and that answer lies in the essential flaws of our lifestyle. The parasites in our lifestyle have turned us into technology obsessed, lazyass parasites ourselves. It struck me that we have all deteriorated. We all subconsciously reserved ourselves to find ways to waste time, rather than get up and outside, and unfortunately, they came to us.

No longer does the modern day, "Bubble Boy" generation, only have the ridiculous amount of peanut infected kids to its credit, but now we have to live with the fact that with cancer chasing us down from every concievable device, we have never lived with people in the way our parents and grandparents did. We all have too much time and having more time to spend has made us less driven to use it. Technology and our apathy towards schoolwork has made up for time that would have been lost to work, and all we have done is lost it again, this time, in a celebrity motivated and even more pointless way. The internet, cellphones and AIM have contributed to this phenomenon and the lack of face-to-face contact. As we lose the need for any concievable amount of energy or atention span, we are genetically becoming less adapt to do anything meaningful.

The only remedy for the vaporization or interaction is something horrible, or just seemingly horrible. Take the blackout in NY for example. People were outside, meeting neighbors they had lived next to there entire lives and never said a word to. For a short period of time, people were living in "The Grapes of Wrath." They were living in a community for a change rather than a lot of identical solitude pits, aka apartments. Let me flashback now and make this random post even more so.

Recently, I was hanging out with my brother, sister and aunt at my grandparents house. My grandparents house is on the water and during the baby boom the beach was crowed everyday with kids swiming, flirting and having fun. As I walk with my companions on the littered, and sparesly populated shore, my aunt thinks back to her days growing up.

Aunt: We would be out here everyday learning to swim. The whole town would flood the beach for our early morning lessons in the freezing water.
Me: That sounds really cool actually.
Aunt: Oh, it was.
Me: You know, that's the difference between then and now. Back then, you were taught how to swim. Today, we're just given a life jacket.

So what now? To tell you the thruth, I'm not that sure. We have hours of time and nothing to do. So 'just do it' I guess and sit back at the computer screen and pray for a nation wide blackout. Until it happens, at least I have questions about Eminems orientation to fill the time.

posted by So it goes... @ 21:00