Thursday, August 25, 2011

A random rant on letters.. or something.

So, there once was a time when people went ballistic over emails. They were faster to send than posting - you know that physical mail that used to go in a box OUTSIDE your house that you had to walk to get to? - and they were free. It made posting a letter more personal because more time and energy is put in to it, apparently. But along came the txt message. For half the price of a real letter and just as fast you could send a letter - well they were once limited to 125 characters per 25c, so more like a note - from your hand and into the pants pocket of your friend, with a little buzz on the sex organs as incentive to write back. Instant messaging, like think AIM and MSN, made the email look like it was in a paint-drying contest with real mail, it just couldn't send while a friend was offline - or too their pants. When the social networking craze started, myspace dominated to contacting-your-friends world. Your parents couldn't intervene as they would if they were in charge of your phone, it was free (again), and people checked it.. unlike email inboxes which, by then, were only checked by some rich fucks I guess; important people still checked emails. Then a swarm of similar site were spawned and facebook introduced 'the status' concept. This didn't do much for contacting friends until twitter figured they would skip the whole profile jibber jab and have people connected by a head with a speech bubble, bassically. This almost eliminated the need for any form of contact since if you followed your friend and they followed you, you both know what you are currently doing, what you did all day, and what you're going today later, or tomorrow, or next month. Now, everything is kind of done a roundabout on itself. Emails are entwined with the messaging system on your social networking site, status' link with twitter and anything similar (and vice a versa) which all have embedding options to your emails, websites, profiles and comments, so everything can know anything in any fucking way. Not to mention it's ALL transmitted by phones now and messages are free for a majority of plans. There's no way your balls, or female counter-parts, will ever stop getting aroused as you're bombarded by vibrations for every email, txt message, IM, notification, like, poke, wall post, vid/pic comment, calendar event and even - wait for it - a phone call! That's right, phones can still make voice calls! Of course if you used skype on your mobile you probably don't pay a cent for them either, with the plus of seeing your caller touch themselves, not leave it up to your imagination accompanied by puffs and moans through the earpiece.. what, where were we? The landline/mobile/voip/skype issue is a whole other interesting ramble, so let's not go down that route that inevitably ends up with phone sex being tenfold what it used to be. All in all, it's pretty weird to think that witch each step something became the new form of 'personal' since it took longer, now everything takes the same time to send and gets checked the same amount and all ends up with each other so there's no way to check one thing without seeing everything else, like a porn; there's a big vagina on the screen but you gotta look at some filthy balding weirdo fuck it too - too much porn will make you go bi! Oh, I almost forgot: where does this leave mail. Like, the real one. How personal is that shit now? Is it like a marriage or something, bills all come to phones too so does anyone even check mail boxes anymore. Come to think about it, do they even exist? Everything I have sent is a box or parcel anyway so I have to pick it up from the post office, after a txt and email telling me it's arrived. I might write myself a letter so my letter box feels loved.

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