This song has deep meaning to me as I relate it to a personal experience of mine.
What motivates a person or group to play their unique game of "spite and malice" over the computer?
I suppose I should explain myself. I once had a friend who meant a lot to me. I meant nothing to him, but for some reason he had a big impact on me. I spent time with this friend by his side at parks, at games, on sidewalks, at dinner parties, at larger parties, at houses, in an ice rink, at school, in the neighborhood and various other places. When I looked into his eyes I saw (and felt) beauty, warmth, humor, pain, intelligence, vulnerability and desire. He apparently looked into my eyes and saw (and felt) nothing. Yet it seems he was capable of devoting a great deal of energy to the quest for nothing.
I made my feelings known, which was my mistake. I then apologized and tried to carry on with my life. There were many ways that he could have chosen to deal with my feelings (and his feelings of denial). What he decided to do, after a very long time of no contact, was start up a game of "computer malice". He chose to toy with my vulnerability over him via the computer. I'd like to mention that never once in my moments of looking into his eyes had I EVER seen anything that remotely resembled bitterness or cruelty. (This all came out on the computer. Which leads me to believe it is either his alter-ego or his partner.) If he felt indifference, would he have gone to his computer to abuse me? Couldn't we have simply had a conversation? Instead he (and whoever... his partner, I assume) went to their computers to torment me. "Why would I rip your heart out like this? Because I fuckin can." So here I sit bleeding for their amusement.
Thankfully I do have some guarded emotions and profound thoughts (a few) that I wouldn't think of sharing on my computer. But, I definitely feel the burn of sharing too much with "him". I trusted him and I cared about him. I now understand, all too well, that he did not feel the same way about me. But I do believe that those who are hurting, often lash out at others. So, I am guessing that he did not feel "nothing".
In "Walden", Thoreau writes that industrialization can be dangerous because men do not know how to control their machines. He writes, "Men have become tools of their tools". And what useless tools we all are.
This song has deep meaning to me as I relate it to a personal experience of mine.
What motivates a person or group to play their unique game of "spite and malice" over the computer?
I suppose I should explain myself. I once had a friend who meant a lot to me. I meant nothing to him, but for some reason he had a big impact on me. I spent time with this friend by his side at parks, at games, on sidewalks, at dinner parties, at larger parties, at houses, in an ice rink, at school, in the neighborhood and various other places. When I looked into his eyes I saw (and felt) beauty, warmth, humor, pain, intelligence, vulnerability and desire. He apparently looked into my eyes and saw (and felt) nothing. Yet it seems he was capable of devoting a great deal of energy to the quest for nothing.
I made my feelings known, which was my mistake. I then apologized and tried to carry on with my life. There were many ways that he could have chosen to deal with my feelings (and his feelings of denial). What he decided to do, after a very long time of no contact, was start up a game of "computer malice". He chose to toy with my vulnerability over him via the computer. I'd like to mention that never once in my moments of looking into his eyes had I EVER seen anything that remotely resembled bitterness or cruelty. (This all came out on the computer. Which leads me to believe it is either his alter-ego or his partner.) If he felt indifference, would he have gone to his computer to abuse me? Couldn't we have simply had a conversation? Instead he (and whoever... his partner, I assume) went to their computers to torment me. "Why would I rip your heart out like this? Because I fuckin can." So here I sit bleeding for their amusement.
Thankfully I do have some guarded emotions and profound thoughts (a few) that I wouldn't think of sharing on my computer. But, I definitely feel the burn of sharing too much with "him". I trusted him and I cared about him. I now understand, all too well, that he did not feel the same way about me. But I do believe that those who are hurting, often lash out at others. So, I am guessing that he did not feel "nothing".
In "Walden", Thoreau writes that industrialization can be dangerous because men do not know how to control their machines. He writes, "Men have become tools of their tools". And what useless tools we all are.
Have you ever heard the expression
Have you ever heard the expression
"Hurt people, hurt people" ? Um. Yeah.
"Hurt people, hurt people" ? Um. Yeah.
That's what happened to you, I am guessing.
That's what happened to you, I am guessing.