Basically – to HELL with it! Really. The internet appears to have become (perhaps it always has been?) today, right now, after half a bottle of rather nice Cabernet Sauvignon it ‘IS‘ ’57 Channels and f. all on!’
I cannot really quote that as ‘nothing’ is the original far tamer Bruce Springstein version of “f. all”.
But after half a bottle I can do whatever feels good in the moment right?
A short moment of distraction watching the 58th channel of nothing on TV and approaching a far more realistically estimated two and half glasses to go of that same said bottle…(that is probably a half glass difference for the missing irony) I’m a little drunk. Tipsy? Alcohol brings out the suppressed inside of us?
I CAN and WILL do – whatever feels good?
So exactly what is it, the thing that feels good? Ah, yes. The point. Where am I going with this?
I’m living in a city where I know nobody except my girlfriend. Where the language is not my own and my command of the language causes me communication problems on a day to day necessities basis. So on a real relationship with anything and anyone that goes deeper than a modern styled shallow bathroom sink? Go figure.
A little me time? An immersion in an environment that makes me feel connected and inspired. This is where I was searching the internet, reading others blogs pleases me no end. As I attempted to follow some I find the need to enrol, subscribe, join and generally fill in my own details and pretty quickly I arrive at pages that are selling the membership packages and the fancy extras that surely I cannot do without? I feel enraged that everything is linked to a money making manoeuvre. I am turning in circles it seems and everything comes around to the same point. Money! The circle of life is definitely ever ‘decreasing’ and spiralling in on itself in an Avengers style 1960’s kaleidoscope of one single colour.
Enough wine to let out some exasperated unable to communicate feeling but too much wine to do so with any articulation. In searching for inspiration and input from a world and its larger than I society I have all too quickly reached the point where I’ve lost patience. This resulting in a real reduction in interest in the knowledge base that offers so much as I see it quickly becoming a play land of those who can fill in their numbers. Credit card numbers.
So, this is my miffed moment. Basically.