This is just ranting. If you want to comment, go ahead. If not, well you don’t even have to read it. I realized that sooner or later I’d have to post something stupid. So this is it. My stupid rant.
I feel stripped. Nakedness at its worst. You feel unique when you think of a name. Not your name. That we have nearly no control over, unless we choose to change it. I have always fallen into the shadows, never been noticed. I relished at the chance to choose my own name. It had to be personal. To mean something to me. To be original. I laughed at my own naiveté when I chose to search the internet for anything connected to my name. To me, my world was small. The world inside my head. I never knew about the page after page. About the band or any of it. I feel so used. A sort of smile creeps on my face, although that word doesn’t describe.
I named myself after a band? I’ve never even heard of the group. Page after page after page. I had thought my name was unique. Suited my personality and who I was. No, only the number makes it unique.
A search with the number leads to my posts. I kind of wish I could change that now. It no longer seems like such a significant year in my life, but oh well.
With technology, nothing’s unique anymore.
–mourning
With technology, nothing’s unique anymore.
But with humanity, nothing’s completely the same.
So a machine can come up with a thousand different reasons why you’re not an individual. So what?
In your soul there are a million different reasons why you are.
There’s a record company that shares my name …. not my problem. I’m more than this, and so are you.
It’s just a name. It couldn’t begin to describe all the tiny facets of your personality. You’re a totally new entity; doesn’t that seem even remotely cool to you? It does to me.
See ya round sometime, Dam
thanx for commenting. even more so, thanx for actually reading it. i was just searching and found all these entries. just got me thinking. like i said, just a stupid rant. doesn’t change me.
–mourning