As a long time internet resident, one facet that has always fascinated me is fantasy. We have the good fortune of being able to present an image of ourselves to the world, minus our faults and foibles. Whether it be via a website, blog, chat, text or any other form of internet communication, (now poetically called social networking) we present ourselves in our best possible light.
That is natural of course. But where it gets interesting is when the image is partial or total fantasy. The starting point would have to be our profile images we use. How many of them are recent? How many of them are even of ourselves anyway? The image icons used in Twitter give me a good laugh when compared to the conversations. Then there are of course the spammers and phishers who use cute little girlie pics to attract their victims.
I should point out here though that I never use and image of myself on the internet that is more than a year old. Well, maybe two or three.
In our messages and conversations very few of us would admit to sitting in a cluttered bedroom, dressed in unfashionably old fleecy pyjamas and worn out slippers drinking warm milk, and blowing our snotty nose every five minutes due to a crappy head cold and suffering from flatulence after eating cold left over pizza. No, we are well connected, wealthy, cool, polite, charming and real pretenders to the the thrones of sex gods and goddesses with an enviable social life. Yeah!
So I’ll be the first to admit that at the time of writing this blog post, I was dressed in an old track suit and much older T-shirt. The T-shirt had ‘1976 Paleo Festival’ printed on it, but now barely visible. I had no shoes on and noticed that my toenails really needed clipping. In addition, I think I counted three farts. About one per paragraph, so that’s about on average. I can’t say for sure, but I may have belched as well. Sorry, I didn’t keep a count of coughs, sneezes and yawns.
My coffee cup looks disgusting. I think it’s time to get back to the real world and do the washing up! Now, where did I put my nail clippers?