Overload

2011

Welcome to our shiny brave new world, connect to internet and disappear in a digital multiverse of multiple personalities, talk to people on the other side of the world just getting ready to fall asleep as you are drinking your morning coffee, wave to them via internet camera, take a picture of your toes and put it in a Photobucket and watch someone use it in an ad campaign, rant on a social networking sites, get a blog, two blogs, three, find any information you need in a flash without having to dig through dusty books in a forgotten corner of a library, play poker, send emails, earn money, lose money.

And when it's this inevitable time to leave the house, take it all with you in your pocket as a smartphone, that's as cheap as a monthly cost of broadband in our shiny brave new world, as an iSomething, as an eBook and once again, complain to anyone who listens, how bored you are and how dull your life is, .

It's like we are all turning into spoiled children throwing a tantrum after getting too many toys.

They can't take away our freedom, right?

After reading a couple of books, one set in 16th century England another in 21st century USA.

So back then. Such a limited life! Men were supposed to fight for their country and provide for their family. Women were supposed to marry and provide the family until premature death in eleventh labour. A lucky man had a career to pursue and some time to spend with his wife before she died. A lucky woman had family and friends around to help out while her man was pursuing career.

So now. Such freedom.! Men are supposed to provide for family. Or stay home and raise children. Or not. Or both. Or earn lots of money and burn out before 30. Or stay on a dole and burn out their digital enemy tanks on xbox360. Or stay with their parents forever. Or marry. Or not. Or both. Children are not compulsory either. Or career. Or anything really. Women? Still supposed to have children. Or at least like children. Or hate children. Have some opinion about sprogs at least. Or pursue career. Or both. Or not. Or stay home and help parents of their new boyfriend take care of his children from first and second marriage. Or go out and have fun. Or not be a slut. There's also gay/lesbian option, respectively.

So, confused an feeling like we're failing ourselves constantly, we turn to the last bastion of hierarchy and structure - internet. Admins, moderators, deserved users, paying members, members, guests, dial-in users, modem users, fibreoptic users, bloggers with readers, bloggers hunting for readers, trolls. Choose your category. Submit a request to maybe do this. You can do this. You can not do that. Post any of these and you will be banned. Disappear back to the confusion. Shoo, go away now, the freedom awaits...