I never tell a story longer than 160 characters. I constantly think in status updates. When I'm going somewhere new I want to tweet about it. My thumbs itch to text when something exciting happens. What is this world coming to?
There is this website called Like a Little for colleges... its basically the biggest creeper website around. Lets say you see someone across a room. You lock eyes for a second and suddenly you just know they are the one. Real Romeo and Juliet status... Like a Little lets you post your meetings with random strangers in the hopes that the other person saw you, liked you, and is reading the same website as you.
COME ON! WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO ROMANCE? What ever happened to seeing someone and then going by that same place everyday until you see them again?
Now, when I meet someone at a party or a coffee shop that I think is cute, I will search through hundreds of pages on facebook looking for someone who has the same first name as the boy I met. Does this make me crazy?
NO! It makes me like everyone else. I don't even remember how things got done before cell phones. Or how I had a working relationship with friends before I could post on their "wall" when I missed them. Although I use and love all of these wonderful resources. Yes, I tweet, blog, post, I.M, skype, stumble, text, call, email, and share videos. But I am constantly wondering what my life would be like without them.
I'm not going to lie, I pour over Like a Little, searching for someone that sounds as if they had a magical meeting with me. But each time I do, I get more and freaked out at fact that I am sitting in my room reading peoples brief interactions with others instead of actually having interactions with someone.
Is this going to be the future? Where every relationship and connection we make starts within cyber-space? Can anyone have an honest relationship without any forms of technology anymore... These questions all burn at my brain... consuming me until... Whats that? A skype invitation.
GTG.
TTYL.
ILY.
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