reality

So you are left with the question of reality. What is it really supposed to be all about? I would like to think that today is a new day and it can all start again, but in reality, I am left thinking about the countless hours I have spent in front of this computer screen wasting away my mind. Am I really being productive by looking at movies all day and trying to learn the perfect method to wasting time? Of course not, but for some strange reason, I feel like I am perfecting the American dream.

Consumption is the ultimate goal in these situations. You sit down, you watch some television, you eat some food, and you consume more and more information until you are bursting at the seems with trivial knowledge and a disctinct ability to replace any information of worth with the perfect method for going to the bathroom, making something to eat, add a drink with that, and somehow make it back in time before the commercial break.

This is what our society has been reduced to. We are a bunch of assholes looking for nothing. We don't even need a mouth, just open wide and regurgitate.

What are the things of worth in our life? Your computer? Certainly mine is. The penultimate tool for a post-consumerist society. You can sit at your computer and desk all day long and conduct your entire life from that one place. Trade and sell stocks, that takes care of your monetary issues. Read some of the news, that takes care of your global awareness. Order a pizza, that takes care of lunch. Download a movie - now it gets a little complicated - and add some music in with that too. You need some new sweat pants? Just head on over to walmart.com. Now the most important part or your entire day. Your social utility. This is what separates our generation from the last.

Today you are planning on doing exactly what you do every day, and I'm quite certain that if you are between the ages of 13 and 26, your daily routine will include the checking of one of our grand social utilities known as facebook or myspace and be supplemented with a more direct form of electronic human interaction by way of aim, msn, or google chat. Now your day is complete and you never even had to leave the comfort of your own desk chair. Head to bed and repeat the next day.

This formulaic existence can be repeated add nauseum for the rest of our sorry lives, because despite my ability to observe such a mundaneness of our modern plight, I cannot extricate myself from the comfort that it provides. There is a comfort in knowing that you can know all of the knowledge in the world with a few clicks of the mouse. We will never know it, because we are constantly replacing information with more trivial information and being stuck in a repetitive cycle which will only change when we are old and gray and then finally we will begin to engage life and maybe read some more books, or maybe not. Maybe we are simply condemned to be the relegation of information consumption, never again to return to the realm of material satisfaction.