No Filter For My Internet…
I wanted to thank ya’ll for letting me get better last week (I’m still sick, but not as badly).. It’s not like you had a choice, but still.. You coulda been anywhere in the world, but ya here with me!
So here’s my issue. I like the idea of real life sometimes, because we can choose (for the most part) who we want and don’t want to associate with. If I don’t like the environment that I’m in, I just walk away. I try to find my nearest exit. The control freak in me almost ALWAYS has an escape plan in effect.
I have several life mottos (that will probably become a post later on) but one of them is that you can do what you do and I don’t care…. Until what you’re doing involves me.
And like Nas and everybody, me and the internet got beef.
I find that in my personal life, I can filter out who I interact with. I can be in a conversation that I don’t like and discontinue it. “Oops, gotta go.” I have no patience for stupid people. No country for stupidity. And in my real life, if slackness (Jamaican word, but you get the point) crosses my path, then I can quickly address it (or you’ll see it on my face) and move forward. You will know where you and I stand because you’ll remember the time that you got checked and let that be your lesson (free of charge) The issue I have with the internet is that any ol body can walk on the e-streets.
But the internet operates under a different set of rules. Anybody that remembers their password can become part of my world, just because we’re on the same site. Idiodicy has found a home, and the people responsible have friends. Anonymous friends, bold friends, friends that climb on rocks. They all congragate and clog up my bandwidth with ish that a Garbage Pail Kid wouldn’t even say. And we ALL KNOW that my computer doesn’t have all that RAM to spare.
This observation got me wondering:
Why can’t I have an internet filter? Can I tell you how many times I’ve seen the comments page of a blog (*eh-hem) and just thought to myself, “this ish would load so much faster if her comments were nowhere in sight.” The same way that I can create that safe list for my computer, why can’t I have an “I wanna punch you” list for the people who shoulda never got Internet Explorer? I try to get lost somewhere else and guess what? There’s a whole different level of OTHER idiots to try and weed out. And honestly, I ain’t got that kinda time. Why is there no way to make my surfing the interwebs friendly? How come Bill Gates can’t come up with THAT? (and an easier to navigate version of iTunes) I mean, we can clone a sheep, but you can’t take a command of “block anything with _____’s name on it” and drop it in cyberspace? Why does this not make any sense to me?
Nah.. You can take all your lemons and drop them bitches in my lap just because I logged on. Something bout that just don’t rock right. And might I add, this is coming from people that claim they’re smart, educated, talented, got everything going for them, and yet can’t figure out why they’re single. *raises hand* I got a guess.
Negativity and all versions of “eff them” (except on Fridays) isms run rampant all over and it makes me look at certain people and say, “who done stoled yo fuckin bike?” It wouldn’t bother me so much if I didn’t live with a negative person, but fact of the matter is, my mother majored in negativity and she graduated MAGNA CUM LAUDE out that bitch. So the people trying to tap into the reserves of peace that I can find by my way of escape (the internet) need to fall in a deep hole. They’re like the mad rapper. “Tell em why you mad, son!”
Really. Is there no place that all these people can congregate that has nothing to do with coming across my screen?
The rant is short. Yet the question is forever….
Does the internet sometimes make you question if you’re living in the Matrix? There is NO possible way that this many upset people live on this planet. I try and support some people by following them on Twitter, but honestly, I don’t need to read all the many ways that the world has screwed you over today (and that’s all you gotta say.)
And some question me when I say that I don’t like people. They think I’m joking.
I’ll talk to you later..
Peace and Love, Nick