Social media has been around for some time and everybody has their own proverbial hornet's nest they step into every now and then... or all the time in many cases. I kind of find that i am less likely to write things and put them on the Internet as a result of my relationship with social media. I ask myself... Why is this? I'm not going to change social media, but i feel for my own reasons that i should spend more time at a computer working on conveying ideas than glossing tidbits of semi information.
When i first got a computer i refused to go on the Internet because i had things to do... i was trying to edit some Roadbed videos and didn't want to be taken off task. I go to the Internet now as a kind of habit and I'm not convinced that it is a good thing to do. You know the problem with community? It just takes one idiot to ruin everything and there is always at least seven. This is a very good example of an insanely negative statement written by myself. It was a joke.. but what does that mean?
let's take a dip into the paranoid pool by completely making up a scenario:
If i share [digital media] of my [insert something], it could be misunderstood, this misunderstanding might start some bizarre events, and then you change your perspective... you check yourself, you are maintaining an image like it or not. You run into people in real life that you also deal with in social media, which allows for a new layer of unwelcome introspection. Next thing you know you are writing and every sentence you write you start worrying about what something might trigger, who will think what. This is not a good perspective to write from... no it is not.
It's nice to know about things, sometimes, but knowing too much can be a harsher poison. I found that with music... the more i was aware of what people were thinking, the less i believed in what i was thinking. I promoted it so therefore i needed to hear people justify it for me so i could simmer that down into a one sheet that moved and conveyed my mission statement. But hey who's keeping track... besides me of course... and therein lies the problem.
just making points... nothing to see here... forget everything and go back into your rhythm
I was going to add some weird ad lib poetry on the end of this manifesto but when the dice got rolled the subject that came up was the perspective of a clay garden gnome... and that didn't have a lot of game in my head... probably shouldn't have even mentioned it... am i apologizing? I'm like 5 lines out of the manifesto and I'm already cowering like a ninny...
This might require therapy.
When i first got a computer i refused to go on the Internet because i had things to do... i was trying to edit some Roadbed videos and didn't want to be taken off task. I go to the Internet now as a kind of habit and I'm not convinced that it is a good thing to do. You know the problem with community? It just takes one idiot to ruin everything and there is always at least seven. This is a very good example of an insanely negative statement written by myself. It was a joke.. but what does that mean?
let's take a dip into the paranoid pool by completely making up a scenario:
If i share [digital media] of my [insert something], it could be misunderstood, this misunderstanding might start some bizarre events, and then you change your perspective... you check yourself, you are maintaining an image like it or not. You run into people in real life that you also deal with in social media, which allows for a new layer of unwelcome introspection. Next thing you know you are writing and every sentence you write you start worrying about what something might trigger, who will think what. This is not a good perspective to write from... no it is not.
It's nice to know about things, sometimes, but knowing too much can be a harsher poison. I found that with music... the more i was aware of what people were thinking, the less i believed in what i was thinking. I promoted it so therefore i needed to hear people justify it for me so i could simmer that down into a one sheet that moved and conveyed my mission statement. But hey who's keeping track... besides me of course... and therein lies the problem.
just making points... nothing to see here... forget everything and go back into your rhythm
I was going to add some weird ad lib poetry on the end of this manifesto but when the dice got rolled the subject that came up was the perspective of a clay garden gnome... and that didn't have a lot of game in my head... probably shouldn't have even mentioned it... am i apologizing? I'm like 5 lines out of the manifesto and I'm already cowering like a ninny...
This might require therapy.
