giggie larue
(not-so-wordless on wednesday)
here's the thing: flickr "relationships" can be fun, interesting, flattering, educational, even supportive and meaningful in some ways, to an extent.
but there are conditions that seem to include constant self-promotion, or rather this sort of feverish activity:
"HEY, HERE I AM! I'M STILL HERE! i'm here every day! i'm posting! especially photos of my face & body because that's what people like to look at the most! and i'm spending extraordinary amounts of time processing these pix to make them look 'cool' & serious & funny & amazing & beautiful & unique & everything - striving to capture your consistent attention & admiration & concern & support & flattery.
OH! and of COURSE i'm commenting on your photos and fave-ing them every day too! and reminding you that i think YOU and *YOUR* photos are as special & beautiful & unique & extraordinary & funny & amazing and did i say beautiful & unique as EVER?!"
it's exhausting. questionable. and misses the point much of the time for some of us. (one of which is self-expression of and through the medium in what we hope are skillful artistics, creative, interesting and/or evocative ways and means.)
and let me tell you this: people will, do forget about you. or perhaps think about you from time to time, but unless you bother, they won't.
unless you are friends in "real life" (which is becoming a frighteningly nebulous entity as technology marches on) - meaning spending time and *space* together sans technology - that is, face-to-face, body-to-body, *in* each other's concrete worlds of flesh and nature and environs and happenings and over a course of time and experiences and ... that ...
well, online relations are honestly pretty much ephemeral, insubstantial, superficial in the scheme of one's whole and significant life.
check it out. sign off/over/out. quit posting or commenting for a month. delete your facebooks and spacebooks and hooks 'n' crooks accounts. don't send those photos or voicemails or texts or check-in emails every now and again. go commando. watch what happens.
no, nothing dramatic has happened to elicit this musing.
i'm not feeling bitter. just realistic, checked-in to the nitty and gritty.
observing, speculating, assessing.
make sure you know what/who you're leaning on baby.
and make sure you got your own back.
(not-so-wordless on wednesday)
here's the thing: flickr "relationships" can be fun, interesting, flattering, educational, even supportive and meaningful in some ways, to an extent.
but there are conditions that seem to include constant self-promotion, or rather this sort of feverish activity:
"HEY, HERE I AM! I'M STILL HERE! i'm here every day! i'm posting! especially photos of my face & body because that's what people like to look at the most! and i'm spending extraordinary amounts of time processing these pix to make them look 'cool' & serious & funny & amazing & beautiful & unique & everything - striving to capture your consistent attention & admiration & concern & support & flattery.
OH! and of COURSE i'm commenting on your photos and fave-ing them every day too! and reminding you that i think YOU and *YOUR* photos are as special & beautiful & unique & extraordinary & funny & amazing and did i say beautiful & unique as EVER?!"
it's exhausting. questionable. and misses the point much of the time for some of us. (one of which is self-expression of and through the medium in what we hope are skillful artistics, creative, interesting and/or evocative ways and means.)
and let me tell you this: people will, do forget about you. or perhaps think about you from time to time, but unless you bother, they won't.
unless you are friends in "real life" (which is becoming a frighteningly nebulous entity as technology marches on) - meaning spending time and *space* together sans technology - that is, face-to-face, body-to-body, *in* each other's concrete worlds of flesh and nature and environs and happenings and over a course of time and experiences and ... that ...
well, online relations are honestly pretty much ephemeral, insubstantial, superficial in the scheme of one's whole and significant life.
check it out. sign off/over/out. quit posting or commenting for a month. delete your facebooks and spacebooks and hooks 'n' crooks accounts. don't send those photos or voicemails or texts or check-in emails every now and again. go commando. watch what happens.
no, nothing dramatic has happened to elicit this musing.
i'm not feeling bitter. just realistic, checked-in to the nitty and gritty.
observing, speculating, assessing.
make sure you know what/who you're leaning on baby.
and make sure you got your own back.