Validation

Written by Angelcdp on April 5, 2011

Disclaimer: typing this from my itty bitty iPhone and just off the top of my head so who knows what'll come out but at least my trusty autospellchecker is hard at work so though what I type may not make sense, at least it'll be spelled properly; and isn't that what makes life worthwhile?Disclaimer #2: I say we in this... I can really only speakmformmyself (so much for the bloody spellchecker!)I got thinking tonight while laying here in bed at 1:28am beside my four year old daughter who finally fell asleep... I got thinking, after I read a few blogs and watched some well done home videos from our members here in dipdive...I got thinking how so many of us crave validation from sources outside of those closest to us. What we have to offer can be outstanding and could surpass so much of what is seen in the mainstream media yet still we look to others to tell us we are alright and what we have to offer is something of worth. But what puzzles me... no, what concerns me, is that we often tend to place more importance on what a stranger has to say than what our own families might tell us, or even those rare friends we actually know in person. Maybe it's just me... But I think not. I think it is a trend among those of us who use the Internet as a means of socialization. As real as we all are on here, there is an element of fantasy. It's the matrix. We may fight in here, we may form friendships, we may love; but we don't bleed so it's safe. We don't touch so there's no fear or disease or pregnancy (so says the mother of four beautiful children), but we may laugh(pardon me) "lol", we may cry, we may xoxo(((hug)))) (such cold hugs they are, compared to the real thing), we may "muahhh" kiss, there is one other thing we most certainly do, we lack.What is it we seek in the pages of a computer screen that we can't get between the flipping paper pages of a diary? Didn't those used to have locks on them? Did people back then secretly wish someone would be so interested in them that they might have the lock pried open and read? Was it a fear that possibly their private thoughts might not get read by anyone outside of themselves? What has happened to us? Did fame become king? We crave recognition among strangers so much that private thoughts aren't precious anymore. We need to share them with someone...anyone, in our affection starved lives. Someone PLEASE read me. Show me I'm worthy. Show me that I'm not invisible. I don't think I really care, yet here i am throwing my writings on the stack. What for? I should be beyond this. Here is what I'm wondering; where do we go from here? If fame becomes commonplace, what will that mean? If everyone becomes exceptional at entertaining, and entertainment surrounds every ion, where is the room for life? What happens to reality when we've filled every pore of life with the silicone of society? Where is the sustenance? How do we survive? This isn't what I intended to say at all. I wanted to talk about how interesting this experience is; to be able to carry on conversations with such creative intelligent souls that could rival any writer out there. To be able to talk with people you feel have so much talent that the world is missing out by not hearing what they have to say, is both exhilarating and depressing because who will hear them in this age of information overload? There is no time to read what anyone says. Too busy trying to make a living to pay for all these electric gadgets that we gotta have. Can you imagine what someone from 200 years ago would think if they saw us now? Even 100 years ago to see us Plugged into our iPod cell phone Bluetooth laptop latté ... We really aren't too far off from the matrix right now. My ears ring in the silence. Not accustomed to this lack of noise. My mind hums too, all wired up on magnetic waves of sound and fury...signifying ...nothing? What is that from again? I cant have a pure thought of my own anymore. I'm just regurgitating all I see and hear here there their there there. It'll be ok. What choice does my poor brain have? Didn't I learn something of this when I was younger. How brainwashing occurs...hmmm. Mass amounts of images and information all at once. Overload the brain with so much that there is no room left for individuality no matter how much you may try to be unique. It's not about being yourself anymore. It's about finding a brand that will say who you are...BUT DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE??? we've stepped so far into this that who we are is what they say we are, and we aren't even aware of it.. Or when we become aware it lasts but an instant then gets flushed down the toilet. I am my Disney upbringing. I am searching for my one true love who will save me from my life(what life again?) and ride away with me on his white horse.(which one was that again? Sleeping beauty? Snow-white? Doesn't matter).Ah man, it's 2:36am. What the heck did I just write here anyways?Lol time to press send and see what I've done.