Ok, so the summer is over… ok maybe it’s been over and Fall is upon me like a very hot itchy blanket. No matter what things I’ve tried to remember or busy myself with, the end of the year is a reflection of what I have accomplished. To date, zero and zilch is what I’ve come up with. It is pretty sad that the only time of year most look to as a reflection of coming of age is their birthdate or New Years (sad face)… bleh… I mean I watch TV and although I have no interest in being the next American Idol I feel that something has got to give or something is missing.

To busy myself with in betweens I’ve started a Tagged account. Now this is random and I have to say like any social site there’s this constant that annoys me. Everyone seems defiant against socially meeting someone and only adding a friend which whom you’ll never converse with which is like a one up on the “I’m close to being a star” scale. What the hell??? I thought social was social… really simple here. You converse, make conversation, TALK for heaven’s sake… Everyone on the site is a drone with a picture… with some copied and pasted virtue that is quite uninviting or plain irrelevant… Needless to say I have no information posted and I know this is the first start to being social but a picture for me is equivalent to a really shiny car with the keys in the ignition in the middle of crime valley. There’s just no getting anywhere or a road trip to an expensive end. If you post a picture and say a few things, users may be more interesting but again there’s something missing that despite the intellect of a brain surgeon a few patients get through screening that are missing that most important part… the brain.

What has driven me batty is the whole meet me or interested button. The rabbit hole here gets deeper. I’m so afraid I’d rather go to a random bar and offer a relative a hefty designated driver fee. At least I’d make it home right… hopefully. It’s like speed dating on assumptions and mind you… this whole thing is based on the wonderful person with the picture you’ve just clicked. Now I hate to admit I’ve done this before, meet a wonderful individual that had the blessings of posting a great picture of themselves to only find out that they are a talented photographer that needs a job in Hollywood… stat!!! As with anything, memorable meetings either forced or casual someone will indeed have a happy ending. I’d have to say I’m afraid. I would like to think like anyone, anything is possible but what lacks here is the truth. Anything truly is possible like: possible bad endings as well!!! Regardless of the positive there is a negative somewhere and I’m so afraid of the social internet blanket that maybe I’m the one with something missing. I would have to agree that maybe the site lacks nothing… it’s just me.

It takes time for things to work out with someone you know only as HoTforLuv79. I mean… what is going on here? The real name although it may never come out because you get wrapped up in the “whole tag you’re it” that you forget to ask and years later… the name is Rodney Arbuckle with a social problem that you really wouldn’t have seen past if you were blind. We really could have figured this out quicker but because of the whole complacent blanket we never assume that it’s a person on the other end and just say to said ghost or whomever “You know HoTforLu79 you have been the best and I really appreciate your insight thanks for being number 1012 on my list but I have better things to browse.”

Ok… I’m ranting and maybe angry too. Sorry for that as it never ceases to amazes me that we seem to get further from eachother. We don’t even know what a human looks like unless someone does something extremely irritating to the point of cutting you off without their turn signal or putting their shopping cart in the middle of the isle knowing damn well there are other people in the store, or have a million coupons in which all are outdated and we’re behind them and they keep saying sorry, or there is an angry friend we’ve added years ago and they’re mad because we don’t speak and I don’t know the what we spoke of the last time or what the hell they were talking about… same thing but it’s so different… how annoying?!?!?!?

I guess this is a lesson in time or possibly timelessness as we press forward without regret we lose a piece of who we are because socially you’re as important as a click or cliché. The power of this social blanket seemingly states “I can’t make you as famous as so many that will get my attention that an advertiser has comfortably paid for. I’m taking the reins and I feel like an icon because I’ve just met you and decided you are beneath me or socially inept because I got my social game together. I’m sorry there are sexier bots that have beaten you to the punch but you may have to become part of the void in which I do not dwell… good riddance.” Could you say this to someone’s face, you probably could but the point I’m trying to make is without knowing the person being mean is quite easy. And I’ve reached the conclusion that it is possible that social meeting is just plain mean. With all of the points mentioned above we just might make it work if we can remove our emotions, a part of the brain that deals with emotions, plastic surgery, money or plastic (credit cards), and the longevity of an old outdated computer you refuse to throw away or maybe it’s just about sex (my thoughts on another post).

As we move far away from our fellow brethren but closer to a virtual print out of ourselves we are simply still alone. There isn’t any social facet that will connect us without making a picturesque meeting real or relative to us in our daily outings. Without fitting someone in they are just a figment of our twisted imagination. As with anything it is possible to say our first social group was those with whom we knew in a real life meeting (whoa and scary)… imagine that.

Until then…

Stay hungry fellow taggers…. Your IT!!!!!!!! (grrrr)