Ode to the Faceless and the Tempest-tossed

I don't know about anyone else, I'm personally getting really sick and tired of "social" media. I mean, if we're really "friends," TALK TO ME EVERY NOW AND THEN, for God's sake! NO, you do NOT have to drop everything and pay attention to little old me and only me. Sure, everybody's busy living their own single solitary, self-serving little life, after all, but... names on a list, no matter how long that list may in fact be, may not necessarily represent genuine bonds of friendship, you know.

Sure, Facebook has a lot of great uses (and distractions), and it can be plenty of fun sometimes, to see all the pretty pictures, and how much "better," or simply better off everybody else may (or actually may not be) than little old you and me, but whatever you do, don't forget that there's ALSO a rather needy, sometimes even rather creepy... bizarre little pyramid scheme aspect to social media.

Because sometimes it's like, 'I'm in touch with this person, who's "friends" with all these other people, who might... MIGHT be able to help me become the next bigwig celeb-rit-ee, rich, famous, or otherwise powerful person. Or maybe... maybe they can just help me GET WHAT I WANT.' Well... sometimes, maybe. But more often, they simply can't. Not in the Real World, anyway.

Or some people just wanna show off too, I guess. Either way... mostly, if you're really honest about it, social media is more often just an incredibly vast, faceLESS, electronic forum; an endless Sargasso sea awash with messages crammed into millions upon millions of incredibly isolated, tempest tossed little bottles.

And each of those tiny little vessels contains the soul of only one of literally millions upon millions of people who are, most of the time, just out there floating along all by their lonesome. Just getting by from day to day, chattering away to themselves in that floating little glass prison, and shouting mindlessly out into the grand void of cyber-space. All of us busy as worker bees in a hive, often "sharing" like mad... with absolutely no one in particular.