Sunday, October 23, 2011

Frandship




Just this evening my mother made a very interesting observation. She said that the way her generation grew up and the way her parent’s cohorts were raised was similar if not the same. But there is a vast difference in which mine, which is her son’s age group, has grown up and the lifestyle they have as well. Social networking sites are one of those monumental changes in the lifestyle of the yesteryear and today’s technologically spoilt age.

All that you need to know about a person is accessible from their Facebook profile. Sexual orientation, relationship status, the kind of movies, books and music they like, people they admire, sports they play, their vies about everything… et all. It’s almost like you don’t need to speak to a person anymore to get to know them better, which in essence is ridiculous. We are reduced to a generation of robots with smilies for expressions. We are reduced to a pair of eyeballs that are excited by something as trivial as a bra strap in a display picture.

But then again it’s not all apocalyptic, there’s a world of good happening because of these social networking sites as well of course. Getting to know new people has never been this easy; staying in touch with that friend in the other side of the world has never been this undemanding. You go out to a pub, see a pretty face, ask for her name, add her on Facebook, start chatting and before you know it you are in their pants or whatever your primary objective was. It’s an easy world, our brain cells are dying. Devolution is what this is, going back to our ape roots. What’s next? Leaves for clothes?

Wastage of time is a bane though. We sit for hours together doing absolutely nothing on Facebook, expecting God knows what to happen. That pretty girl you added last night is not going to add you straightaway. That hotshot guy will not say hi on chat to you unless you make a move. Social networking sites are no miracle escapes; it’s just like real life where you have to make the effort to reap the reward. And this is what people do not understand.

15 comments:

PeeVee™ said...

You know what? Because of Facebook, guys have lost the finesse of coming up with good pick up lines. Shame, I tell you.

Peevie Juice said...

@PeeVee - uhuh. How you doin'?

Furree Katt said...

i prefer blogger over facebook!

Peevie Juice said...

@Furree Katt - I share a love-hate thingy with Facebook. Blogger calls me once in a while.

Nia Charms said...

People love it people hate it. They dont like the updates. They critize it. But then no one leaves it. And checking it daily is as important as peeing.

Peevie Juice said...

@Nia Charms - Sometimes I'm too lazy to even pee.

DirtyLady said...

Facebook has turned me into such an outrageous like-whore. I have mentally stabbed it gazillion times already.

Also, the motherfucking societies in my college go through a person's facebook profile (display picture included) as a part of the recruitment procedure. O.o.

Also I know ^ nothing is relevant.

Peevie Juice said...

@DirtyLady - Your Blogger name assures a blog visit.

That's an awesome recruitment process.

I deleted my account today for a while. Needed a break.

Everything is relevant lady, everything is relevant.

DirtyLady said...

That's the awesome point of it being my username.

It ain't. Especially when you have a plate of golgappe as your profile picture.

Oh I do that all the time too!

I'm glad you think so.

Peevie Juice said...

@DirtyLady - Stop fascinating man. Just stop it.

Too distracting this is.

I mean I thought funny bloggers were dead. And then you came and all that jazz.

DirtyLady said...

Stop putting the pressure of expectations upon me man. Just stop it.

I'm not funny all the time. Especially when I try too hard.
Like I probably am, now. And will, ab se. Ohfuck.

Eeeethankyousomuchthough :D

Anonymous said...

you are so awesome in your blogposts and such a jackass wannabe in comments section that i almost wanted to ask you who actually writes your posts.

Peevie Juice said...

@Anonymous - Aah. Criticism you bitch, been missed.

My roommate writes my awesome blogposts and I handle the jackass wannabe section.

But why do you hate yourself? Local bully gave you a wedgie? Fat kid with no food?

Anonymous said...

No food man. It is always the lack of food.

Peevie Juice said...

@Anonymous - That's something my roommate would say.