Spending time on the internet often gives me a false impression of what the world thinks. Or at least it gives me a false impression of what is considered normal, and popular etc. since it obsesses over niche-y things as if they are of fantastic importance to everyone. Sometimes internet hype trickles into “mainstream” media coverage, although I’d argue often only as a means of commenting on the apparent strangeness of internet behaviour. Even when that is not the case, the only people who really seem to care are the ones who were enthusiastic/interested in whatever it was in the first place. This point is often hammered home to me when I start talking about something I think everyone knows about and they just stare at me blankly.
The problem I have is I pretty much get everything, news etc. from the internet due the fact I don’t own a tv, I have inconvenient working hours, and I’m currently in the middle of a feud with the closest newsagent; so I’m completely oblivious to tv and newspaper stuff. When people start talking about Masterchef I have no idea what they’re talking about, but I do know stupid shit about some couple with eight kids who may or may not be cheating on each other, while pimping out said kids for a reality tv program in the States. No wonder my sense of the world is so warped. Add to that the fact that I spend much of my day speaking another language (very badly), and I feel like I’m living in a bizarre little bubble where I occasionally shout things at people (twitter).
Actually, all my internet stuff, blog included makes me feel like an oddity, as if friends read this and my twitter as part of some quaint little exercise: “Oh, let’s see how little Jennifer is going these days” even though sometimes it seems like the only way to let them know I’m still alive. Plus I went through a stage where I wouldn’t look at my phone for days on end (I’m sorry guys! I’ve stopped doing that now!), which didn’t help the bubble sitch at all. I was just looking at stuff I posted last year (which wasn’t much), and remembering how much more human interaction I was getting. Conclusion: I’m dying here! I need some mental stimulation in the form of real human contact and conversation. A lot of you have been visiting me, and I love you all for it, but like, do it more often! Sohi totally wins at this. Bella, you are the worst- even more so since you got that crappy phone and don’t text me ridiculous things as often.
I actually intended to write a post about fashion blogs and how they have warped my sense of what is normal to wear in public, but somehow I got sidetracked and ended up in bubble-land. You’ll have to make do. That is all.
