Are you looking at me? 'Cuz I swear I saw you smile.
And I'm coming over, gonna take things off you mind.
And I bet you'll be fine.
It's strange, to think about the future. I just read an article in TIME magazine about the singularity movement and the 'year man becomes immortal'. I like to believe that fantasy because it excites me to know our world is headed in bigger directions then ever before, but another part of me knows truth is always stranger then fiction. It was predicted twenty years ago that in the 2000s we would be living on other planets or have homes in outer space. It was predicted that we would have robot friends who could think and have feelings. It was predicted that we would all drive flying vehicles to work and be eating only pills for meals.
By 2000 the world was suppose to end.
Now, the world will end in 2012.
Life is never predicable.
Okay, so it's no real news that the human race has gotten predictions wrong for years. But you have to admit, the technology age is a huge deal that is changing our world. I watched a preview for the "Social Network" back in August and cried because this truly is my generation of people causing the next big revolution. Myspace and Facebook will be printed in textbooks for my children's children to read. Three years from now my cell phone will be mocked for it's primitive nature. People will no longer look for news, the news will find them via phone and internet.
I was buying coffee from the mall last year and noticed that under it's sign a large Facebook box was printed saying 'Find us on Facebook!' ...A coffee shop! Something simple and homey now has everything to do with internet. And if you keep your eyes open, all you favorite shops are this way. Even my locally owned grocery store jumped on the bandwagon.
Who knows where all this social networking and media will bring us, even one year from today. Human mortality? I'm not sure yet. Predictions have been wrong, but it's exciting to think about it all the same.
What's even more exciting about this revolution?
I'm part of it.
Personal Note:
I've ruined it.
There is this sick feeling in the bottom of my stomach that I absolutely can't stand. Somehow, I manage to be an asshole to the nice guys. The ones who are strange and shunned from society but the better part of you knows they are decent and deserve a chance. Or maybe I'm just terrified because I work with him and have to face everyone tomorrow for hours.
Let me remind myself: I went on a date with a guy who has been asking me more months. I've told him I've been busy, but half of me wished he thought I was making excuses so he'd leave me alone. Then I felt like I led him on so I gave him a shot against my better judgment. Now I have to tell him I don't like him. Its going to be awful.
But, like all good things end; all bad things fade. I'll eventually get this sick feeling out of chest, and move on. ..And he'll eventually find a nicer girl than me to make him feel happy. I know this for a fact. However, knowing this is about as reassuring as knowing you'll eventually feel better from stomach flu. "Yes, I'll get better but It'd be nice if I wasn't sick in the first place."
As I tell myself at work many, many times. Grin and bear it.
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