Tuesday, January 12, 2010
perhaps a waste of time
So blogging... I've never done this before really. I have, on the other hand obsessively followed other peoples blogs. It shocks me that people would want to put out so much personal information about themselves onto the INTERNET. Anyone in the world can find out all about people like that. I've always been more reserved. I guess I'm a little cynical in assuming that people search out information simply to better allow them to judge and criticize. Yet even know I'm having to reassure myself that no one is going to really care enough to read this anyways right? So why not a diary right? It's the same thing with loads more privacy right? Well unfortunately I was born into the age of technology. I like to type. It's so much easier to maintain a thought process while typing rather than writing. Writing forces you to focus on whether or not your t's are swooping in the correct direction, and to constantly wonder if your spelling is even close to correct. So that's my excuse I suppose. Or maybe inside I'm subconsciously hoping I have something meaningful to say that could benefit the one confused and accidental reader of this blog. Yo no se. We shall see what comes of it...
Wow, I just noticed that this thing is saving everything I write every 30 seconds or so. How fancy! How permanent... Kind of scary. I wonder if in the future the communist government will hire people to poor over everyone's blogs learning about each individual, and how to better persecute and control them, OR eliminate them if they're too much of a threat! Just to be safe. I think I'll randomly insert completely false statements into my blogs just to keep people confused and wondering, and safely out of my head. (I wish I could use tab to indent rather than to randomly remove my cursor)
Anyways, what I've really been thinking about lately is the issue of our identities. Not much about things like Jessica Burmington age 32 from Paris, Texas. Not the stuff you always write down in sunday school like daughter, sister, student, athlete, avid sudoku player, blah blah blah. I'm talking about more of the shallow stuff. Like our style, and the way we choose to speak, the groups we decide to associate with. Basically I'm talking about the identity that leads to an image that we project out into the world. Britta Curt - art major and definite hippy, fan of slouchy hats, ankle jeans, vests, and tye dye. enjoys the company of boys who don't care what their hair looks like, and books about politics. dry sense of humor with a large vocabulary that includes signature words such as shenanigan which come off as super cute and distinguishing.
These are the types of choices that have me asking so many questions. And I use that word 'choice' consciously. It really does seem to me that people are just choosing which category they want to fit into. People say that we need to look inside ourselves and then we should be able to just know whether we're a chef, or a gothic, or an artist, or a cheerleader, or maybe even an accountant. Granted I think it's obvious that there are different skill sets that people are born with. But more often I think people just decide to do something and then learn. Similarly I think people chose a style and then create it or begin to embody it. So what does that mean for me? For any of those people who are inherently indecisive or unsure of what is truly cool, what is to be done? How can I possibly choose? And really, does this really make sense that we get to decide who we are? That just seems wrong. Blah. Who AM I? Who are YOU?!
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I feel like every person kind of creates themselves. They take pieces of things they see and add it to themselves. There's nothing wrong with that. There are traits that people have naturally, some people are naturally laid back and others are naturally prone to worry. There are some that try to be a certain way to feel excepted, like goths or preps or hippies dress a certain way to fit in with what they feel is comfortable. It creates a sense of identity, but a false one, especially in younger years. I think, as you grow, you realize who you are is less what you look like but more of what you believe. and it's less about seeing certain people and choosing to be like them and more about finding others that are already like you, as in they hold the same believes and common interest. I don't know if my response made any kind of sense at all. Sorry if I just confused you more!
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