Spring? No, Formspring!
March 22 2010 - No comments yet...unfortunately.
I wake up in the morning.
I get ready, eat my breakfast, put my clothes on, pick out a pair of shoes to match and begin the routine filled day. Oups, silly me – somewhere along those lines I forgot to mention I log into facebook. I check status updates, recently updated pictures, whether there were any comments on my posts and last but definitely not least check my inbox to see if anybody has asked me a question.
98% of the time an anonymous question.
Now this is definitely not a piece I am writing in regards to myself personally. More so from observations, of those who are close to me; whether family or the CEO of this infamous site.
What is it with the new found sense of bravery? Hiding behind an invible wall, not really knowing how reliable it may be. I mean what would happen if it crumbled – imagine, the beginning of another World War.
No doubt, quite entertaining – to answer to the brand of curry powder I use. However somewhere out in cyber space – there still exists a line of respect that seems to have been crossed. Numerous times in fact. My point is not to sit here writing to the fact that there are those cowardly enough to hide behind the screen and ask what they may have been yearning to ask for quite some time (myself being one of them) – but more so to point out that on a daily basis we put ourselves in these types of situations.
We subscribe to these sites, out of mere curiousity “just to see” what someone may ask us. Always waiting to see what is next. We put ourselves in a dangerous situation – allowing an opportunity for another comment that may hit a spot we tried to block out forever. Sitting there wondering who it could be. What is it that causes us to look at ourselves everytime we pass a mirror? To slow down each time we see sirens flashing?
In reality it’s not about blaming the person sitting on the other end, lacking ‘balls’. It’s about us – the ones who choose to put ourselves in a situation which gives others the right to push our buttons.
Why did I write about something which seems so minor in comparison to innocent children dying every second? I read a status update “What would happen if formspring got corrupt, and everyone’s names were to be revealed” … I thought about it and came to the conclusion that we would probably still not be friends. You would still be a coward, and me, well I would still be bored, looking for something to help me pass the time.
Next time I promise to write about something with more meaning – 1:03 in the morning has some influence on the brain, I’m writing with the leftovers of yesterday. Feels good to be back in the game though.
Thanks Zain.
Goodnight.
The positivity projected by Ashley, in her writings, makes me think she doses herself with really expensive drugs before typing away. She may look naive, but don't let the extra-bright teeth and the chipmunk-like cheeks fool you...
