I’m young, I grew up with Internet and I’m the center of the Universe. In my computer, there’s my documents, my pictures, my music, my videos. Only my own stuff. And all around me, there are my relatives, some close. Further, there are my irregular contacts, my school, sports and vacation buddies, friends from my youth, my encounters on MSN, MySpace or Skype. And all these people have relatives, people I may wish to get to know.
- Tsss
- To get there, I invite them on my own private web page, a kind of blog real easy that I cooked up with iWeb, MySpace or Live Space. I told them: Here’s my pictures, my music, my info sources. Here is my dog, my cat and my little sister. And here are my buddies; it’s with them that I get to practice my guitar and take my pictures. In exchange, my new buddys invite me on their personal web page and we bond. Virtually of course.
- What ?
- I’m young, I grew up with Internet and I’m the center of the Universe. Whenever I’m in the train!
- And you don’t hold the door for the ladies, and don’t care to give them your seat!
- Driving or on foot between two stores, to buy a gum, my soft drink, a chocolate bar, I have my iPod, my GameBoy, and my cellphone. This way, I’m never bored. I listen to my music, play my games, and talk to my friends. Sometimes, my parents are shocked: they pretend having a hard time talking to me. They say I’m cut from reality. What reality, theirs? The one of politicians, their stars, their TV, their music, of their cheesy food, where they drink too much wine, their shopping at Wal-Mart and Home Depot? What can they tell me that I don’t already know? Their values were valid in the 80s or 90s. Gotta live with our times. With my time.
- Shut up, you dummy!
- I’m young, I grew up with the Internet and I’m the center of the Universe. The parents, these moralizers, these good-thinker, these teachers, I turn up the volume of my iPod and can’t hear them.
- I said shut up, you dummy! Can’t you realize that the Universe can’t have a center? You’re not young! You’re just a pitiful product. The one from a civilization hyper individualized, where people avoid each others, “cyber-flirt”, “cellularize” their pussies and “chat” their balls. You believe you came in this world all knowledgeable. You”ve got the arrogance of believing yourself the equal of those who took a life time to realize that they knew nothing. Of those who gave everything to the others, yesterday like today.
- I’m young, I’m…
- Shhh! In silence you might start listening to something else then your own heartbeat…
I wish I was the one who came up with this little dialog but I am not. I read it two years ago in a QuébecMicro article. I had started making a translation but never got around to finish it. I think now is a good time as any to bring it up and finally publish it. It’s incomplete but since I’ve misplaced the magazine and can’t really put the rest online. At least you might be able to bring up some reflexion from this read.