Worth your While — 1

Starting this self-reflecting nostalgic series to talk about everything that moves me and gets me thinking.

Tread with me as we together rumble through the rambles.

Internet, My Kind Friend

Ever saw a post that claimed, otherwise? I hope not. This is an attention game, and this girl on the internet wants it as well. This girl, in addition to, the hokum that is social media when it ain’t giving meaning to the influenza’s life. More filling the voids of your own. Like a mindless activity, you did as you commuted in the days of yore or in the middle of an office call where you say Hi and Thank you and that’d be all. The internet is now my friend. It remembers what I ever said, cookies like the brain’s hippocampus, I’d rather say. It remembers all the times even the ones I nonchalantly forgot. Just the other day, I looked up a book I’d want to read and left it in my shopping cart. And then, when I went to YouTube, my dear friend, reminded me of the book that I forgot to buy.

Sweet.

It’s only been a while since we have known each other and yet we are so chummy. It finishes my sentences mid-sentence as I type this out, almost as if we have known each other forever, an intimacy, hitherto unknown. I oft wonder where this is going. Will it hurt me, and will it then be the end? But how could this possible caring for one go wrong? It offers me advice, offers me knowledge, entertainment, solace, and knows just how to make me feel alright. Why would I ever want to keep that away?