The written word

Well, Monday morning has rolled around again - that said, I could say its really Wednesday and with the help of a few words and a script embedded in a page, for a couple of seconds maybe, you'd believe me, why? because the written word is more powerful than any weapon. That's the ugly downside to the internet, a few typed words and lives can change in a heartbeat.

Take, for example, a recent blog post of mine, in which I described myself as a cunt - am I really that cruel? truth is, yes but not in the way I described. Did I really mass mailbomb a group of people? no I didn't - but the power of suggestion using words made even the people who really do know the person typing this stop and think.

In the age of social networking and multi media lifestyles, it's all very well checking and rechecking privacy settings, of taking care to protect yourself from viruses, malware and the odd psycho to feel secure behind your firewall when you log on each day - but have you ever stopped to consider if you're safe from your own mind - there isn't an anti bullshit download for that.

Blogs, status updates, emails, messenger programmes - we all use them, we all sit happily chatting away to people we will never meet but can we really be sure we trust them with our innermost parts? truth is - no, we can't and yet we carry on regardless, which is all fine and dandy if we have nothing to hide but can you really be sure that the person you're talking to is who they say they are?
You can't - and it always makes me roar when someone with something to hide, pretends to be something other than who they really are gets found out - because 9 times out of 10 the 'fake' is the person who shouts the loudest about respect and trust and honesty.

So why am I a cunt? because I deliberately wrote a blog to remind someone of this fact - I put together a post that suggested I had ripped his world in to pieces under the guise my being a scorned woman. Now he knows I could have done it, sweet little me could have very easily pieced together the pieces of information he had given over the course of a year and used it for foul revenge - but I didn't.
I wrote it with a very deliberate intention, to highlight the fact that if you're going to live a "second life" you need to be honest with yourself first, it's all very well pretending to be someone online, we all do it to a certain extent, chatrooms and the like are fantastic places for escapism - but if you choose to go down that route don't become a victim to it. If RL truly comes first, then get off the internet and live in the real world and if you're not happy, change it - yes its hard but you're master of your life and playing a pity me card will only work for so long - the world of the internet is great but don't lose focus of the fact that it's not real, real is what happens when you log off, there are real people around you being hurt and damaged while you lock yourself away and type to strangers.

So why am I a cunt? simply because I am so sick and tired of watching people claim to be something they are not, damage people along the way and show little if no remorse for that - so with the power of suggestion and nothing more than words on a page, I used my blog to show someone that RL is more important and that true happiness cannot be found in pixel form, you have to find it in yourself first before you can ever be content in the company of others, physical or virtual.

I make no apology for that, this is my blog, how people interpret it is entirely up to them, if it struck a nerve, a guilty conscience then so be it - we're only ever responsible for our own actions just don't believe everything you read ;)