I love you!
Show me! Where is this love? I, I can’t see it. I can’t touch it. I can’t feel it.
I can hear it. I can hear some words, but I can’t do anything with your easy words.
Thank you script writers of Closer for this brilliant dailogue.
Easy words. Easy texts. Easy status updates. Easy tweets and easy profile pictures. Easy online delivery and easy gift scheduling. Easy HB’s and easy thumbs up.
You and I both know that I’m an avid user of social media and take pleasure in a good hashtag and troll. I’m on it constantly; for work or personal reasons and it’s taken me a surprising amount of time to realise that facebook has been offering you the option to schedule a virtual gift for someone’s birthday and react to a post.
I probably would have written this post sooner had I truly paid attention to these iterations. Personally I’d never consider doing such a thing; these prompt appeared irrelevant to me.
But since the virtual gods had it in their power to play with my hyperlinks-code-jargon-jargon allowing these feature to stand out.
How goddamn superficial? Virtual gifts and hyperbolic emotions. If it’s not enough that we’re prompted to speak what’s on our mind, message when someone is last seen or drop a plan because a “something came up” text is just a few predictive text taps away.
Have we lost the ability to think for ourselves, feel for ourselves and speak our minds without a prompt, the assurance of likes or the security of knowing they’re online?
We’ve become a society of people who hide behind our phones when we feel awkward, when we’re waiting for a bus to arrive or when we don’t have the guts to confront someone with truthful real words.
We’ve become a generation who speaks easy, texts frivolously, likes on a whim and blocks on a mood. A generation that takes one another for granted and a generation without respect for time and consideration. We all assume that everyone has a back up and that a last minute ditch won’t be the end of the world. Our culture of constant busy-ness has corrupted our civility and our courage.
When making plans means an hour in advance and messages are sent with a prompt I can’t help but think that we’re losing the essence of care, consideration and concern. And maybe while I like to believe my views are progressive I need to acknowledge that I still long for romanticized grand gestures, courageous encounters and valued -ships (relationships, freindships, family-ships, collueague-ships, Titanic-ships).
Perhaps instead of Facebook asking us “what’s on your mind?”, Facebook should question our ability to act in the real world without the constant mothering of our virtual personas.
“Would u say this IRL?” – perhaps?