Last night while I was insomniac-izing on twitter, one of my friends asked:
@msteciuk:
At 1:30am, do you still only give away stars for “funny”? Because I’ve got 140 characters of some seriously profound shit. Just kidding.
I wish she wasn’t kidding. I like the funny, you like the funny, we all like the funny. Heck, some days I need to read the funny just to get through the day—but every so often, the profound shit is what we should be reading. Sorry, did I just say read? That’s not strong enough… we need to properly take it in. Absorb it.
When everyone is bringing the funny, it can be too easy to make cheep, easy, effortless jokes, and then skim over everyone else’s cheep, easy, effortless jokes. The next thing you know you’re skimming over some profound shit and ignoring it.
Sometimes we star things on twitter because it tickles our funny bone, or it’s clever, other times it’s because we want to say: This means something… this is important!
My favourite tweet yesterday?
@Tony_D:
Take. More. Risks. That’s the only way you grow, people.
If you see someone who brings some profound shit to the table, do me a favour and let me know.
luckyshirt:
The Unicorn is in a giving mood, and offers you the opportunity to trade places instantly with anyone in the world. Trade bodies, memories, everything. Here’s the catch: it will be random.
Would you do it?
No. Way. I could end up in a war-torn country, or starving, or worse.
[….]
There is a strange comfort that comes with loving my life enough to hang onto it under these conditions. How can I complain about anything if I wouldn’t trade what I’ve GOT for anything (even at random)?
Interesting. But the reason it works, I think, is because of the random. So “even at random” is wrong, for me. I don’t want to change my life at random: I want to know what could have been, maybe so I can selfishly pick the ‘best’ option. Perhaps, just so I can wallow in my ‘bad’ decisions. Sure, it’s not healthy—but aren’t you curious?
It boils down to the old “we’ll see” story, where something that seems bad turns into something that seems good, which causes something that seems bad, and on and on. Everything you’ve done in your life is what led you to every good time you’ve ever had, and there will be more. That’s what I have to keep in mind, how about you?
In which @d_g_ obtains his tumblr on the basis of peer pressure, and an urge to occasionally have a little more room to stretch his proverbial legs. Perhaps he’ll pin things to the cork-board of the internet.
It is assumed that this may turn into the diary of an eight year old, in the sense that the first handful of entries may show great promise, then the poor child might experience a state described as “bored” until the diary is abandoned. You have been warned…
