The papers are getting increasingly depressing. Next to the usual political jibber-jabbers, petty thefts and articles featured to fill up the remaining spaces in the papers, a large section of them is now replaced by articles that feature the domino-like (dominoes are probably a tad too severe. Probably a diffusion model where the concentrations between the separate regions are similar) collapse of the world’s financial insitutions. I don’t know what to feel about them. As far as I know, the damage doesn’t seem to be coming close to home yet. It probably wouldn’t be so much. At least I know the banks where our money is in wouldn’t be collapsing.
But the papers— nevertheless leaves behind a nasty aftertaste in my mouth— the same kind you feel after watching Atonement. I don’t know what I should react to it. It seems far away, but I know its coming and there’s already some signs telling of a global recession. And yet people in the Blogosphere, Youtube, Flickr, etc don’t seem particularly concerned.
The Vlogbrothers (Nerdfighters), a channel that I somewhat frequent, are still happily raving about ‘awesome’ and are still dedicated to reducing worldsuck by nerdfighting as usual. ‘Asathecomic’ is still talking about ‘real’ issues, about how Miley should behave herself. People on Vlogtv are still entrenched in a world of their own. Users are still desperately asking for ‘sub-for-subs’. People are still mad about their bands and singers. They aren’t somber yet. The bands are telling you to get their latest cds.
On Flickr, people are still taking photos. The comments sound as cheerful as usual, people are still asking ‘what lens is that’, ‘what film is that’ and ‘where can I get them’. And meanwhile, on a seemingly far away place which is significantly nearer geographically, people are dashing for their assets while a comment is made on how pretty the girl in the picture is and ‘who is she’.
How incongrous the world gets. I feel sandwiched between these all, voluntarily stuck in the alleyways, wondering why the different groups of people in the rooms don’t seem to be affected by each other, which is pretty obvious.
The virtualworld seems segregated— with various communities, personalities which seemed to occupy different rooms with locked doors but permeable walls that they don’t realize at all.
I feel that I’m bearing too much of a frivolous attitude to this all. What am I doing? Why do I seem so cheerful? Why am I still spending? Why aren’t I saving? Why do I still want this new bag and that new shirt which I don’t need? Why am I eating stuff which I don’t need to? Why am I indulging in all these luxuries blindly? What will become of me when I look back in retrospect?
And yet, I look around. No one seems to be caring. They’re either oblivious to this mess or there’s no mess at all. So which do I choose to belief? Its almost like asking if there’s a pink elephant in the room. And I tell myself again that nothing’s happening. As long as you don’t spend outside of your allowance, its totally fine.
And inside, another part of me dies.