Sometimes out of curiousity I search myself (who doesn’t?). Sometimes I come across forum posts and things I said years ago, but which I can’t remember. Stuff like this. (scroll to author: Tr00jg) on the Newgrounds BBS that I posted at the end of 2004. Most of the posts from that account I don’t remember. It startled me to see what I posted (so many exclamation marks)!!!
The thing is, is that could be bothersome or great. If I don’t remember, and I see that which I have written, is it the truth? If on my deathbed, I decide to read all my tweets from when I started Twitter, I WILL take it is truth if I don’t remember it, as it is the only thing I can use as a measure.
Just after I thought of all this, I ran into a friend of mine. She has the tendency to change her name on Facebook. It is now Lirrea Minturn. Guess what I thought? “Hey, there’s Lirrea.” It bothered me because are we taking that which the internet stores as fact (subconsciously or consciously)?
It all came to me when I wondered again how the internet is storing everything we do. Would I like to read all my tweets when I lie on my deathbed? Will there be a chance that as I read it, I will regret the choices I made and paths I took? Isn’t it better then to not have Twitter and romanticise the events and memories I do remember?
Because we DO take accounts of what we did when we can’t remember it as fact, can’t we romanticise life while we live it? In essence, everything I put to note (be it on twitter or whatever), must be something I’d want to read later on. Had a bad day? Don’t tweet about it. Tweet about the small thing that made you happy that day. Buying a chocolate to make you feel better.
Who agrees?