More Conflicts

I find it both disturbing and confusing, not to mention sad, that the only medium I can find to post my thoughts about the horror that is the Internet is the Internet itself.

At a school event, I smiled broadly as my friend sashayed across the stage. My smile diminished, however, when I thought about recording it. Did he want me to? He might expect me to “snap” this to his friends. Do I take out my phone? That feels disrespectful.

Actually, forget that. It does not feel just disrespectful, but more so ridiculous and annoying. I will never again see my friend do this same performance in this same moment again. My memory may be fleeting at times, but a video will not at all capture the presence and the atmosphere like my vision will.

I did end up taking a video. It was only about a minute long, but it was still a video. Afterward, I shoved my phone underneath my bag and rested my chin on top of my palm and grinned at my dancing friend.

Because that moment required enjoyment. I needed to be all in the moment or all over social media, and I wanted to be all in the moment.

Nowadays, it’s all about the glorification. Below is something I typed into my notes during a car ride when my thoughts and my anger and my buried ideas burst open.

“We stop enjoying moments, but rather snap or record them. Others used their senses, wrote paragraphs of detailed descriptions. We use pictures. We try to glorify our experiences rather than trying to appreciate them.”

It was, in fact, another ramble rant, where my thoughts appear and present themselves faster than I can type them.

What I was attempting to say was this: before technology, it wasn’t all about the visual. The visuals, in fact, were relevant and renowned. The visuals were the ink of serial novels and newspaper editorials or the blending of colors in famous artwork and paintings.

People did not have to literally record a moment there in time. They used their vision and their memory and their minds to capture what they wanted, no camera needed.

They went home and reminisced on what they experienced. They wrote “detailed descriptions” without actually needing to see the whole moment again. That’s incredible. That’s utilizing the human eye and the human mind of the human kind.

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