The complexity of posting

Here I am...posting after a long time on this page.

However, I'm worried about what this post says about me. The fact of the matter is, for me, blogging is entirely (?) performative. That is, it's about virtual existences which in fact neither mirror nor replace existence in 'reality' - whatever that is.

The level of self-involvment inherent in these posts is unbearable. That is in fact why I've, to a large extent, stopped posting. The dissonance that one experiences when publishing material entirely dishonestly, with utter sincerity, about existence is too powerful to ignore.

Facebook? Blogging? What the fuck? Why does life need to be embellished so? Life is not glamarous, be it virtual or non-virtual. However, our net lives are embedded helplesses within a web of hyperreality of the celebrity. We are all so insecure about our actual helplessness when faced with everyday life, that we feel we must appear otherwise if we are to ever be happy. Blogging offers faux empowerement. My post is testament to this fact.

That's pathology. Pathology. The pathology of existing within a modern world. We're all sick.