I am Jack’s hatred of Instant Messanger:
Like so many others I had fallen victim to the AOL Instant Messanger syndrome. I would often sit at home thinking what kind of profile defines me as a person? And in some sick distorted way I am supposed to define who I am in less than 1024 characters. I would force myself into a text file.
I did this so people whom I have never met could “understand me”. Or I would put something clever and witty and make people laugh. These people would laugh with a sick desperation.
I would make a profile so that my friends would not have to wonder how I am doing and satisfy thier idle curiosity. This way they can feel okay not talking to me, content that they are updated on every aspect of my life.
I say fuck Instant Messanger with its smiley faces, buddy icons, and its profiles, fuck 1024 characters.
I am not my fucking profile.