Back in the days...

This was Sophia's life in 2010.

Talk about sounding like an arts student! It's hilarious reading stuff you've written years ago. This was a rant in 2010 explaining why facebook is the root of all evil and why I quit. I found this on my old blog with Emmalee. Now a dead wordpress. 

Enjoy!

"This is a poor, neglected, bottle of emptiness,

We would like to apologise for the lack of information that is unread and uncared for, we are the authors and majority of readers. Essentially, this is my selective escape from the ever prevalent evils of the social networking site we all call Facebook. No longer am I contained with a zillion photos of the same facial expression that bounds my reputation to that of ‘lovo’ or ‘selfie-machine’ (ok, the former was made up but the likelihood of me being called that is very possible and you know it!), I can now hold and progress towards the much preferred ‘annoying ranter of pretentious high culture, a less than perfect recital of the given readings for my weekly tutorials that are done more than two weeks late’. 

I don’t know why I used to take so many photos, the only rationality that can be made would be the surface level of internet imaging, I wanted proof, proof of my fulfilment in the social body that I actually was incredibly insecure of. The loneliness that resulted from the high expectations of flamboyant university life in first year also resulted in the numeral uprise of my Facebook photo count. Now they are all gone, all my pretentiously necessitating images of laughter and fulfilment, the images are now being lived and stored in an unproblematic and secure locker, in my lovely cortex (or thalamus, or hypothalamus, whichever part, yes i listened in psychology…).

I no longer need approval from second-degree friends of irrelevance, I don’t need the thumbs up of stranger stalkers as they ‘like’ each thread of my daily life, they are approved and liked as they happen, they are willingly stalked as I personally disseminate the expression and consequence of them to those I choose. Facebook is a disease, and I think I have found my cure. I have replaced arbitrary socialisation with actual and physical methods of socialisation, I am sociable. The decision to cease Facebook has also led to many more realisations. 

I am now conscious of how lazy, disorganised, dependant, un-optimistic and unintelligent I am. I do not prepare for anything until the very last minute, I distract myself from guilt with the excuse of necessary communication on Facebook, I rely on the homogenous opinions of fellow Facebook citizens on the doing of assignments, I whinge and complain more than I write, I put small efforts into assignments blaming my stable and unchangeable view on ‘capacities’, and I express emotions and human experiences through the multiple combinations of cold, effortless, and generalising symbols of semi-colons, colons, capital letters, and brackets.

I needed change, I needed to pump Wordsworth’s ideals of Romanticism and nature, I needed to find the divine, powerful, omniscient, trees and leaves swaying in the wind…(no, not quite)

I needed to remove my ass from the dehumanising couch of technology.

I apologise if I don’t make any sense, sometimes, words race and run in my mind, and I don’t know how to catch them. I wish I could record them, record them and actualise them, but I let most of them get away. I wish I had a typewriter mind, but instead I am a trained brain of consumerist Apple products.

My rant is done, I shall forward towards the completion of my essays now, they are not even close to done, instead of exploring gender transgressions of normative femininity and power, I am on here wasting the precious resources that are the product of coffee. I have decided that coffee makes my words run faster, but I am also able to catch them faster, without coffee my words and thoughts drift like a lazy summer day by the river, appreciative but far less productive and efficient, oh no, what would Ford think! I am a coffee addict, and I like it."