Over the past few weeks (“the holidays”), I began to observe an uprising (maybe downrising) within myself: I began to burn out on technology. OK, I guess I maybe didn’t burn out on technology, but I did maybe burn out on its mainstream representations.
Screens. Smart phones. Computers. Tablets. Apple. Google. Facebook. Social Media. GChat. Facebook Chat. Gmail. AIM. Tumblr. LinkedIn. Twitter. Instagram. Flickr. Yelp. Foursquare. YouTube. Skype. Vimeo. Microsoft. Apps.
Log in. Sync. Upload. Upgrade. Poke. Follow. Friend. Text. Compose. Tweet. Subscribe. Post. Message. Share. Chat. Purchase. Like. Check in. Comment. Send. Download. Log out.
Honestly, what is all this shit? I mean, I love it all to death (I mean, I chose to work in the field). But, my hard drive’s full, yo.
I’m not even really talking about “information overload.” I’m talking about communication and the relationships I have with people. After three weeks of having genuine face-to-face conversations with people in real time–with the aesthetics of natural lighting and voice intonation and room temperature and so much more–, I realize that any communication I have via technological method just dilutes the substance of the communication. And, yeah, I’m talking about talking on the phone, too.
In summation, it’s not that I don’t want to talk to you. It’s not that I don’t want to respond with a thoughtful long email detailing the wonders and changes and epic flow of my life. It’s not that I don’t want to text message you all day and night about petty random shit. Really, all it is is that I don’t want to sit in front of a screen to have a meaningful personal exchange, no matter what the screen’s size or shape or quality, because I mentally and physically cannot.
Perhaps I am currently experiencing technical difficulties….
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