Actually, there’s nothing saying I have to write a blog concerning the fact I have been blogging for five years (however intermittent my posts), but somehow it seemed like an important benchmark of my internet life. That’s half a decade of writing things of questionable literary quality and thrusting it into the quasi-public sphere of internet readership. Sometimes I feel angry that I don’t have a million followers and haven’t figured out how to make my livelihood just on the basis that I have a blog with more than zero posts in the archives, but I quickly realize this anger is misguided and born of some delusion that because I am on the internet I should be famous. That’d be like saying since I lived in L.A. I should be a celebrity.
The internet has this potent magic, a heady mix of entertainment and information; and, somehow, it can easily convince an individual of his massive importance to the world. It’s even more intoxicating when you realize that it only takes one thing to distinguish yourself amongst your virtual peers. Heck, sometimes it doesn’t even need to be original. In fact, the internet is so full of simulacra that even if you thought you had an original idea, it already exists.
So, what to do? Well, in my case I jumped on pretty much every internet fad that has passed through the limelight. (And since internet time is exponentially faster, that count is reaching the septillions.) Consequently, I have been deeply disappointed since about age 12, but I did have a pretty fine mastery over the Geocities html editor interface. Now, in the third decade of my life, I have come to an understanding that if I am not destined to be an internet elite, I will be its connoisseur. Like a sommelier, my palette will discern the very best, leading me to the deep and complex underneath a sea of facsimile. Then, rather than projecting my good taste onto the world via some social networking medium, I’ll keep it to myself, treasuring my snobbery in that tiny reptilian heart that beats so cold in the deepest reaches of the soul.
desirous woman, online 