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People 2.0

I’ve been hearing a lot about how things like the web and text messaging are keeping people from “face time” how we are all degenerating into a group of chair-ridden social degenerates who cannot spell, cannot speak, cannot even maintain eye contact in real-life social situations. That our children are going to grow up getting married on WOW and having virtual children rather than going to nightclubs, getting lit on drgs and booze and having unprotected sex like the previous generation was wont to do (if you believe the media, at any rate).

But the one thing people fail to take into account is that a very large percentage of the population is comprised of reasonably balanced people. There are addicts of every stripe, addicts for alcohol, for
sex, for videogames, for pr0n, for chocolate, for heroin, for soap operas, for Twitter, for Harry Potter, in fact, if it makes you feel good, if it makes *anybody* feel good, there’s probably someone out there who’s addicted to it.

But the majority of people, when they realise they have gotten hooked on something that is mucking up their life, they self-regulate. They limit their exposure, they set rules like, no drinking before 5pm, or, no TV on a school day. Sometimes it takes a little mucking about to get the balance right, sometimes you fall off the wagon, but you get up and get back to the balancing act again.

Thing is, social media and digital communication are not so different from any other type of communication. In place of reading facial expressions there are emoticons, hashtags, any number of ways to convey that emotion, and a recently savvy user can pick up on these just as quickly as a smile or a frown.

“But” you may say “but you can use those to lie. To say you are angry or sad with the intent of manipulating your reader.  BAD PEOPLE use those to trick kids into taking naked pictures of themselves and to get dates with people prettier than they are.”

“But” I say back “how us that different from what we do face to face? The false smiles and dishonest chuckles we have all grown up  practising as a part of everyday social graces?  It’s just as possible that the person you are meeting at the bar is actually half a million dollars in debt and has herpes, the fact that you’re meeting him or her face to face doesn’t change the fact that deception happens.”

It’s not such a difference to the experienced user. Someone who does their business online is going to be well versed in these forms of silent communication just like we can look at the misspellings in an email title and know if it’s spam or not.  Someone looking in from the outside, however, is going to see something else, they are going to miss the subtleties of repurposed semicolons and be blinded by the run-on nature of hashtag situationals.

So be tolerant of those who are as of yet unfamiliar with this new and subtler form of communication. Remember that this is a whole new language to them, like dropping a native Chinese speaker into a tribe
that speaks only Farsi. They will adapt, or be miserable, but the world will keep turning, one way or the other.  If you’ve already adapted, keep going.  If you’re two steps behind, you’re going to have to make the decision for yourself, do you *want* to take the plunge or stay dry?

Stupid things…

Yeeeeeeah,  in retrospect it was probably stupid.

I was walking down the street to pick up my daughter from school.  Up the street I hear the sounds of dogs going at it, so I stop and take a look.  There’s a longhaired lady with two dogs tussling at her feet.  Now, I thought they were both her dogs, but I stopped and checked it out for a second.  I had about a minute before I had to be at the schoolyard.

Except the lady turns out to be much older, and she’s flailing about with a cane yelling “Get off him, get off.  Help me help me help me!”

So I set off at a run.  It’s a couple of blocks away and the dogs are still going.  As I get closer I can see her hair, down past her shoulder is *white*.  So she’s certainly older than I’d thought, and I can now see one of the dogs is some sort of Shepard mix.  Big dog.  Had they been punt-dog sized this might have been simpler as long as I didn’t mind a bit of broken skin.  A bigger dog will require something else.  Aaaaaaaand I got nothin’ useful on my person.  Because I *was* heading to pick up my kid.

When I get there after a minute, someone else has pulled over and is blaring his horn.  Someone else pulls up, a gardener from down the block and he pulls out a big stick.  The dogs break up pretty quick and the Big Dog trots away with that springy step that means he’s having fun.  He is a BEAUTIFUL dog.  Well groomed, well fed.  He’s got that happy stance that means he’s excited, but not nutzo.  If you’ve hung around dogs for a while, you’d recognise what I mean.  He’s without a collar, clearly lost and probably just high on the experience of being out of a postage-stamp sized backyard for the first time.

So, lamely enough.  I yelled GO HOME at the dog.  He looked at me, I looked at him.  He came over, game me a quick sniff, gave someone else a quick sniff, then headed home.  The problem was, the homeowners wouldn’t open the door for him.  In fact, they just watched through the window.  I know they were the owners because, when I passed back that way, they left the front door open a bit for the dog to come in.  The dog stopped in the walkway and stared at the house, then rounded the house like he was looking for another way in.   I can’t blame them for being afraid, in the minds of about half the people there, the dog had just savaged another dog (though the other dog seemed to have been unharmed after all the sturm und drang) and I’m sure the homeowners would have been (or already have been) reported to the police.  Someone said animal control got called as well.

So it’s a zero sum game on the karma scale.  I ran up to help the little old lady, but I wasn’t really able to do anything to help the dog, who is probably going to be abandoned by the owners to Animal Control. 

Crap.