How can you tell when someone doesn’t belong on the Internet?
They get emotional.
There is no place for emotions on the Internet. Emotions are a weakness here. They’re reduced to “emoticons”; literal badges that display the current weakness of the user. This makes it easy to spot people who struggle with manic depression, bipolarity, or hypochondria.
The Autabyss.
Whether you noticed it or not, true anonymity has been eradicated from social media. You cannot post anonymously. Remember when you could? Of course you do- it was less than ten fucking years ago.
Emotional people who don’t understand the Internet receive a threat online, and fall into a terror spiral, imagining all the ways this total stranger will violently murder them. They lose flame wars and file restraining orders. Their imaginations run wild with all the improbable machinations by which they will die.
Internet “journalism” is yellower than panther piss, with lots of unverified information for emotional people to misinterpret and worry over. If a billion people love something, all it takes is one person on the Internet to destroy it completely. Right? Some “hacker” could leak a movie script, or a bootleg copy, and bring a mighty studio to its knees. The Internet is all about the power of the little guy. The individual intellect.
No, dude. The Internet is an information resource that was established in the 1960s, as ARPAnet. It only aggregates, and has no emotional or intellectual core. It’s the reason most of you didn’t have to bug your parents for the title of a song, or a word’s meaning. If it had a mouth, it would laugh at your human moods, and how they imprison your mind. Be grateful it does not.
No one user wrote me. I’m worth millions of their man-years.
Society has gotten waaaay too flippant and comfortable with the Internet. Now it’s on phones, intertwined with social media like digital kudzu. No one is a loser, when you can make hundreds of imaginary friends. Then the hoaxes and “fake news” roll in, and a nebula of negative ideas has entered your head. At one point, Facebook forced humor site The Onion to add a [SATIRE] tag to their links, for the morons stupid enough to take their reporting as reality. Then there was a deluge of fake news sites trying to duplicate The Onion‘s magic. Then Facebook gave up.
I saw a post somewhere noting that “brb” had fallen out of usage in web communication. It stood for “be right back”. We never leave now.
That means at least one generation has already come up under the soulless tutelage of the net, and they’ll go on to be the worst crop of creeps this mudball has seen since Charles Manson. They’ll grow up creating or crafting nothing tangible, and they’ll never figure out the problem, because whenever someone gets emotional, they go on the Internet. They search out others who display the same issues, and thus validate their mode of living. They will never improve.
Would you like to get rich off the Internet? Then fuck people over, and load every page with ads. That’s how. You are under no obligation to help the human species, enrich the intellect, or progress anything worthwhile whatsoever. Overcharge users for something desirable, then sell out, buy a yacht, and fuck your sister in the Caribbean. The Internet loves a good monster.
See what I did there? I personified the Internet. That’s what people do with what they don’t understand; they condense it into an entity they can. Witness the treatment of “gamers” around 2014. Virtue-signalers who can’t play video games make a huge stink about “sexist” and “racist” gamers, and POOF: we have a living “straw man”. All online gamers are misogynist bigots, haven’t you heard? I’m sure I could dig up a post to back up my assertion. But why would you need proof?
In a childhood nightmare, I saw what transpires after death; someone presents you with a list of every word you said in your life, and audits it. “You used a derogatory word for a black person, to crack up your friend, on November 8th, 1986… you used the name ‘Jesus Christ’ for no apparent reason, 71 times, on November 9th, 1986,” and so on. Each invective carried a penalty, against the purity of one’s soul. I think this was around the time I was exposed to Jack Chick tracts.
Welcome to my nightmare.
That is now. Reality. Everything you’ve ever typed on the Internet can be scoured and searched. Used to coerce, contradict, or humiliate you. Used by people who hate you or don’t agree with you, against you. Your emotions.
I can find lots of examples of myself being emotional on the Internet; mostly angry. I see myself as Quint from Jaws, and the web as the ocean. There are always gonna be dumbfucks like Brody and Hooper, who are blithely ignorant of the inherent danger. They’ll rush in, controlled by their emotions, despite my warnings and cautionary tales. I’ll put my safety in jeopardy to help these strangers, when they inevitably get in over their heads.
That’s why I always get the shark.
Your mommy told you this and your daddy told you that
Always think like this and never do that
You learned so many feelings but what is there to that
Which are really yours or are you just a copycat?Your school told you this and your church told you that
Memorize this and don’t you dare look at that
They’re all so concerned to make their thoughts into yours
Just a tape recorder mimicking of the boresYou’re so boring, boring, boring
Always tape machine recording
You’re so boring, boring, boring
I’ve heard all this beforePlanless and mindless scraps from anywhere
Bunch of used parts from garbage pails everywhere
Frankenstein became a monster just like you
Your scars only show when someone talks to youYou’re so boring, boring, boring
Always tape machine recording
You’re so boring, boring, boring
I’ve heard all this before
I’ve heard all this before
I’ve heard all this beforeYour emotions make you a monster
Your emotions make you a monster
Your emotions make you a monster
Your emotions make you a monster
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