Tuesday, August 19, 2008
The expectation of privacy
In most cases where you argue that someone has breached right to privacy there has to be an established expectation of privacy for instance, password protected information on the web is private, information you receive by invitation only is private, blogs however are not, and so while it feels disconnected enough from myself, I am, essentially, spilling my guts to the world for anyone who would like, to see. It still to me seems private because even if the world sees it they won't know it connects with the person that I am I could say normally but that would be a little bit of a stretch. But on the other hand since I know that only one person reads it, and I know who they are and they know who I am it makes it less private than just a random username on the internet. In fact on occasion I feel like I am engaging in conversations with only that individual despite the billions of people currently connected, and the fact that I talk mostly in unexplained riddles, and the like. So here it is, what would you say the answer to the universe is, should you ever settle for second best, why can you only enjoy wealth after you have spent all your life working for it. I've always been obsessively working towards something bigger and better, what if it never ends, what if there is always something else out there to win, what if I don't ever stop, what will I be then? What of jealousy and what of dissatisfaction.
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So here it is, my grand interpretive dance where I dance around the universe. No, I dont have answerers for the universe, I barely have answerers for my own life. Still searching and hopefully always will be; I have some words in my pocket, I pulled them out and pushed them around in my hand as if counting change in search of forty seven cents. These words are few and kept on the far chance that I might be able to create a decent sentence.
Second best was never something I really considered, I might let chance direct me a little too much for that, i never saw the score, didnt really care about the engine size or how quickly the car could get me to 60mph. There was always something else deeper you know, connecting the two of us between the roads we travel.
Its true about your drive, you are always pushing forward striving for better, sure that might be kinda scary, even to yourself; After all aren't you really just pushing urself? I guess when it gets to the point where you collect friends and lovers as reasons for barter and exchange I would worry. But like I said I dont. In fact I've never known someone else to care so much for the others in their life. What is this Jealousy you speak of, are you worried that others would be jealous of your accomplishments, come now, I dont see that but maybe I'm naive. as for dissatisfaction, well even that. I mean your drive kinda prevents that, sure you might run into moments where defeat seems overwhelming, but come on, we all know your going to get up in a second and push yourself even further, faster. harder. But its okay to scare yourself, just as long as our fear doesn't start to control your drive. "I must go now"..... there are things breaking in this room I promise
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