Sunday, April 7


"Because community—the rich kind, the transforming kind, the valuable and difficult
kind—doesn't happen in partial truths and well-edited photo collections on Instagram.
Community happens when we hear each others actual voices, when we enter one
another's actual homes, with actual messes, around actual tables telling stories that ramble on
beyond 140 pithy characters"  -Shauna Niequist

In a witty article about using technology for good instead of evil, I came across this section and it really made me think.

I love the internet. There, I said it. I love blogging and pinning and tweeting and creeping. I think that it's wonderful and I loving seeing how people use it to express themselves. Also, I am mostly under the impression that my life is exciting to other people and I need to share it with them. [did you see the instagram of me brewing my coffee this morning? Ya, I owned that situation.] But I do think that there is a danger in the fabrication. That a time will come when we no longer will be able to recognize the difference between the presented life and the real life. And that when this time comes, we wont realize that its happening.

This scares me.

Because I value the real life. The one that's messy. The one where where we go on adventures, but also get bored and lonely. The one where we can appreciate people and experience joy with them, but also where we fight with each other and think that people suck. Because its in real life where we find real beauty. It's in real people and the way that they are.

The internet does a good job of making us think that other people are living better lives than we are. Which, honestly, is probably true some of the time, but mostly, it's just that they have discovered a better photo editing app than we have, and have perfected how to be funny via status updates. Its a fabrication. And though I am not going to give up the internet any time soon, I think that its important to think about.

I'm onto to you internet.

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