I sit here, writing what I hope are entertaining musings on the world with the vague illusion that I'm disseminating my wisdom to the masses. And although I'm no Andrew Sullivan, and I don't have millions waiting on my next word, I still know that there's a small group of people--on the other side of this city, on the other side of this world--that actually reads this and gets something from it. I don't know what, but it's something. Facebook is even worse. I can make a joke about Freud in my status and people will read it. Lots of people. I can choose to engage with them, or I can sit back and stay removed from my subjects.
I am far from the first person to point this out, but for some reason it hit me on a gut level this morning. This is so damn dangerous. Yes, Facebook and blogging and all this other nifty internet stuff allows us to connect with people, but what kind of connection is it? We're all becoming monarchs of our own tiny, private realms. Or maybe that's just me--but I am definitely not the only person in the world with an egotistical bent.
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