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I’ve taken four comments left on various (kind of sad) places on reddit, and subtracted words to change the narratives. It was fun.
I don’t have self, I have learned to accept.
Someone might “care” for the loyal (read: cling), I’ll be able to support well a good friend, most of the time.
I am good, especially if kept in place.
I know that I am not enough…for others. I am okay, look, but I don’t have necessary…machinery…to satisfy interests, out there
understand that. I still need your love. I’ll accept any caveats you bundle your care with, I promise. I’ll join with what makes your life.
She acted strange for a few weeks; she decided she didn’t want to be anymore. Marriage was right for her, even though she said its something she still wanted to accept. She kept acting strange and a week later, finally admitted it: she wanted to see; She had always been a ship in need of fixing, she never had the chance to think truly. No issues — no codependency, no jealousy, no trust — she felt free to think. she discovered, she would like that we both know… she may never be again
a 21 year old college student, feeling an extreme optimism, talked about everything and anything current, enjoyed cooking a pet chinchilla. if you like making inappropriate jokes, please feel free to. always on the lookout for people looking shot, silly, we like to talk back! to be a jerk!
Look, hear me, I am real now, and there is no way to prove it but a pure and authentic presentation of thinking and feeling. I can voice myself over this forum because I can’t just talk, I can talk objectively, honest, with emotion or concern. I need to talk back, for whatever reason I want somebody to listen. This is off putting, drop a small comment, I don’t care about any of that nonsense, it will just let me know that you heard me, and that, is now. Think, you have time, and not anyone else, you are still, because there may be thoughts you can get out of.
This. To help you with life, will mean so much.
When I was 14, my parents gave me my first cell phone. Thick, mat silver, and capable of performing three functions relatively well (calling, texting, and snake) I was enthralled to finally be able to communicate with people from long distances at any point in the world (my service area). Through the next 7 or 8 years I only possessed 4 phones, none of them seeming much more spectacular than the last. My friends would constantly be acquiring new phones, often as a consequence to haphazard behaviour (jumping in the pool with a phone in your pocket was, for whatever reason, a relatively commonplace occurrence with my social group) but their phones seldom possessed any new functionality that would significantly outdo my old phones. And thus life continued normally
Forward to last year, I leave for France to study for the year. I opted out of getting a phone there, and that mine possessed no place for a simcard (for Americans, a simcard [subscriber identity module] is a small chip that acts like a pay as you go phone, only you can put it into almost any phone in europe, and now of recent some american phones as well) I figured it was not worth it to find a whole new phone to get service for. I rather likened to the idea of not having a phone; not needing or being able to contact people at any given moment. Sure, it made some things difficult, such as coordinating plans and finding people or not being alone and nervous spending a night in the streets of Bologna, but over all I found the year without it rich and rewarding to my ability to manage and survive without the piece of technology. Even at times it made life much more relaxing; leaving my room to wander the splendorous city streets of France without a care in the world or interruption to find me. By the end of my stay, I had an entirely new conception of the role my cell phone has played in my life as an item taken often for granted.
When I returned home, I was reunited with my old phone (a simple lad, tactile keys and colour screen but little more than that). I was delighted to suddenly be able to contact so many people from anywhere at any time with such ease. I could be out at a location, and call or text someone to see if they would meet me there; I could find people in crowds with such ease! I could make plans on the fly, and was always available to be reached. Things I had seldom given thought to now fascinated and excited me.
I started soon on though to notice that so many of my friends… well, actually with only a miniscule percentile of my friends standing as exceptions, everyone had a smart phone. Leaving the country, it was not so uncommon to still use a conventional phone, but as I returned it was suddenly as though I had crawled from a phone plan based in Sudan. Burner; a new nickname was given to these conventional phones which possessed no capacity to access social media, internet, applications, GPS, and video capturing. Burner; a slang term used to describe the phones used by drug dealers and manufacturers to make important calls and subsequently be destroyed before investigators might track it. Burner; my phone was now one of these, and the outliers in kind whom still possessed what is now almost seen as a relic of technology.
At first, I didn’t heed to much concern to owning and using a burner; the battery life is substantially longer, and constant social media access can be as much a tax as a pleasure as one may observe countless social situations where many of the party is lost in an individualized and private experience within the smart phone. Of recent though, I have begun to notice things about smart phones and users which make me feel as though I am missing out on an interesting evolution in human communication. There are a myriad of apps found for smartphones; whilst many of them being money vacuums and mindless entertainment, some have aimed to transform the ways in which individuals communicate with one another. The app Snapchat, for instance, requires images, but functions similar to text with those images. One is able to send a single message to a large group of people, include a funny picture, or perhaps a relevant activity, or any other type of visual information along with accompanying text that all exist only in a temporally terminal manner.
This communication surpasses the traditional P2P limits of old phones, and incorporates new possibilities of information exchange which previously were as good as unusable into a highly user friendly and easy to learn system. I have watched my friends participate in a cyber community culture which I can only catch glimpses of. Communication between groups of friends soars well over the reach of my burner, and I am left to wonder AFK about the workings of social intricacies and personal expressions with no way to observe them. Plans are formulated and executed whilst I am none the wiser to them, and ties and amusements are passed through digital signals passing through my peripheries though I can never see them. For perhaps the first time in my life, I feel as though I have become partially blinded to the cultural evolution of my peers consequence of a laps of owning a piece of technology.
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