It continually amazes me to find that grown adults can act like such children, whining, complaining, obsessing in anger over silly things like a TV show.
Don’t get me wrong.
I’m cool with different opinions, proper debates, and heck, even obsessing over a TV show.
But when you’re calling people names, whining about how the producers aren’t listening to you but are instead running the show the way they want and also for the masses, which happens to not be you? Come on. Really?
The Internet is a strange place. We go about our lives acting in submission to etiquette and propriety, at least to some degree, manners held high in order to avoid offense. But on the Internet, beneath a cloak of anonymity and delayed responses, we can say whatever we like, do whatever we want. This is when the curtain is drawn, and despite the anonymous disguise, the truth is revealed and who we are is displayed.
The Internet may not be the real world, but it’s as real as it can get. We are untouchable, hidden from view, and we are who we are. It’s where a geek becomes an authority figure. It’s where the sweetest person you know turns into a jerk.
Exposed is one’s priorities, desires, and mind to those who never asked for it, but instead must deal with the anarchy of an unreal world.
The Internet is far too strange.
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