I’ve just come to the conclusion, at 12:48 this morning, that I don’t write here much anymore because I really don’t care enough to do so. I am not that passionate about anything anymore to the point that I feel I should write about it.
Apparently I’m passionate enough about not being passionate, though. I’ve just told you in a couple of sentences that I don’t care about anything enough to write a public discussion. And look – you’re already growing bored of this post. The fact is that I have had this blog here at benrehberg.com for over six years now and I have only posted 520 times. I’ve nearly tweeted that much in 18 months. And speaking of Twitter, I think I’m getting off of that train. Facebook too. Down with friends who only know me again through a social experiment and marketing shithole. And fuck Mark Zuckerberg.
And lately, fuck Google too, and their sleazy one-night-stand Verizon. I’m beginning to dislike those companies simply because they profit too much on the personal interactions of individuals. It’s a sickness that wears one out from the outside in. First it was search results which were innocent enough. It has come all the way to “push” advertising, where Google will know that since I like pizza and I am near a pizza restaurant, my phone will buzz to tell me the specials there (near future).
No thanks. I’m quitting Facebook, and I am seriously considering not continuing with Google and Android. I do not live where that plethora of information is usable, and I am becoming increasingly afraid that we will become too dependent on this availability of data and personalization. Like GPS has done for travelers – we no longer have maps or ask for directions.
I realize that I am rambling. It’s late and I have been drinking to counteract the early-afternoon coffee that punishes me when I close my eyes tonight.