The New Season Of The Real World Is On!!!!

Creating a blog seems like a strange post-modern endeavor.

Well interweb of connectivity here is my first blog entry. One must excuse my lack of punctuation and sentence structure, this is meant and a stream of consciousness exercise. This is catharsis, not a graduate level thesis.

But what does the act or blogging say about us?

1. Man it is way cool that we control our own narrative and can create meaning and purpose out or experiences?

2. Holy shit we are narcissistic fucks and actually think someone gives a shit about our lives enough to read about them?

3. Damn we have lost all actual human connection with each other and only want to be spectators at life by reading about peoples existences instead of forging our own.

4. Who fucking cares? The new season of the Real World is on?

Well I think the realistic answer is number 4.

There really is no point to this and ultimately who cares?

Beyond that I think the very statement of "The new season of the Real World is on" says more about modern culture than any 10 dollar college words could say. Just the implicit irony in saying "The new season of the Real World is on" is sad enough.

So with that we begin our journey into whatever my "new season of the real world" might be.