January 2012
Facebook keeps you alive! →
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When you upload a photo to Facebook from your last trip to NYC, you get excited. The excitement doesn’t come from clicking the mouse or commenting “I love shopping in NYC” on your keyboard. It comes from the feeling that in a few minutes (or hours) you’ll get the acknowledgement that you’re alive. When you know that people will see your photo and acknowledge your existence you feel alive. When your friend writes a response comment like “Great photo, you look amazing!” you get the feedback you needed. The validation that you’re here.
People are like machines. They are an input-output device. When someone tells you you’re ugly than you’ll feel bad. When someone will hug you you’ll feel good (unless he smells bad). We live our day to day occurrences and react to them. That’s why we can’t feel alive without people (or other outer objects) telling us we’re alive. That’s what Mark Zukerberg and his fellow social services CEOs know. They realized that as long as they give you the feeling that you’re alive they will keep you their “friend”.
Symbolic Interactionism anyone…
First Day of School.
- Finished my first class of Spring Semester and it sounds pretty legit for a class. We just learn about people’s personalities and shit. 3 take home exams and a paper/presentation on any celebrity/actor/athlete/famous person and a book written about them.
- Just sitting here at the Liberal Arts building cafe on the 4th floor on Tumblr, 9gag, Twitter, and Facebook while waiting for Cynthia to finish up her second class before getting lunch at Einstein Bagels. It’s kinda interesting looking at people look around for their classes and shit, especially the ones that are obviously new to the school. I feel like such a pro at this school, knowing where everything is and shit.
- My friend Justin’s tweet just made me realize this is my last spring semester of college. Once this semester ends, which I feel like it will end really quickly, I just have one fall semester to get through and I’m going to be living all on my own and it scares me.
- I’m not sure if I’m being delusional because I know that my mom would say that I am, but I’m already thinking about making plans to move to L.A after I graduate for 2-3 years just to live on my own, a change of scenery, and for the obvious reason… to be with Cyn.
- My momma’s speech never made so much sense looking back at it now. Playing video games, looking into buying the Play Station 3, and all that other stuff seems like a bad idea. Just because I feel like I was getting into video games just because I felt like I was growing up too quick. Some failed effort to stop myself from growing up. I’ve always been too scared to grow up and be responsible for myself and I saw video games and shit as my own kind of Neverland.
- I should really make an effort to call my family more often on the phone. I feel like shit because I haven’t made the effort to spend any time with them. I didn’t spend Christmas or New Years with them.
- And it’s time to eat…
“Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.”
—Winston Churchill (via whatshipsarefor)
“They’ve promised that dreams come true, but forgot to mention that nightmares are dreams, too.”
—Oscar Wilde (via momococopops)
SUPER BOWL
I’m so happy the Pats are going to the Super bowl right now, I wanna jump on the coffee table and scream like a banshee but my gf will think i’m fucking crazy. Fuckkkk yeah though, time to get that tom brady jersey and drink like a fucking boss on the day of the Super Bowl
