The Power of the Internet

It always amuses me when people believe whatever they put on the web shouldn’t be used against them (I’m off ill from work, but I’ve just put on Facebook that I’ve been on holiday to Ibiza!) and can’t believe that people are so lax with their personal information online.

Having said that, whilst doing one of my frequent vanity searches, I came across this, which I can’t even remember writing. I’ve probably got a fair few web profiles out there but I admit it’s probably only Facebook, Twitter and LinkedIn that I keep up to date.

Whatever did happen to Friends Reunited?!?!

The End Of The Written Word

One thing I really resent about myself these days is the lack of drive to write. Back in the day, I’d write about all sorts. Transformers stories as a child, mildly smutty fiction as a teen, my (very early in life) memoirs at University and numerous articles and features in my early 20s.

But nowadays – nothing. The lure of Twitter, abbreviating everything to 140 characters has taken over my life and I now struggle to motivate myself to write any more than that.

So, what am I going to do about it? I need to find that writing spark. I used to know where that inspiration lay, but now I’m not so sure. It seems to be buried deep inside somewhere, trapped in Lethargy Town, somewhere between Laziness Lane and Can’t Be Bothered Boulevard.

So, time to be inspired. Time to read myself. A good book, taking time out for myself. Time to do a bit of self-rediscovery. Let’s hope it works.

Social Media Exile

I was wondering to myself about social media and it occurred to me that it’s quite easy to waste a lifetime blathering on to anyone who will listen about what you’re doing and how you’re feeling.

Not that long ago, all of that stuff was either kept private or shared on a case by case basis via text, phone, email or telegram.

Nowadays, a life doesn’t feel complete without updating 200-odd people about what you’re up to.

So, the question is, can I, a self-important social media blatherer avoid posting on Facebook or Twitter for a set period of time? Why would I want to? Because I can.

What will be the hardest times? Avoiding commenting on others’ carefully crafted words? Not moaning on about people/trains/everything? Maybe I’ll discover an alternative therapy or enlightenment to my day to day ‘stresses.’ Maybe I’ll go mad. Who knows?

The sad thing is people probably won’t notice. Am i really that social medially conspicuous? Imagine if you hung the phone up on someone or walked away mid-conversation. It’s the same principle and people would notice then. But hang on, those were the olden days. Times are better now aren’t they? Well, we’ll soon find out.