Who Doesn't Want to Expose Their Life to Criticism

When I hear someone say that 50 is the new 40, or 40 is the new 30, my first thought is that the individual is full of shit (replace "full of shit" with "in denial" if you want to be classy about it, then go fuck yourself).  Personally, I feel the case is, in fact, the opposite but even more accelerated.  I am 30, and I feel as if I have one foot in the grave, with the other dragging the line not far behind.

I am by no means a genius, and not the first to say this, but I am pretty sure the cause of accelerated aging is due to the increased pace of life we all encounter.  Shocking, I know.  We cram far too much into each day, and if you aren't multi-tasking, something is probably not getting done.  That smell you are noticing is the diaper that remains unchanged, you forgot that one apparently.

Our increased pace of life has been caused by the technology that was supposed to help us.  Better technology was supposed to allow us to get things done quicker and free up time, but we apparently just decided we had to fill this free time with more things to do, thus requiring even more technology.  Nice little vicious circle.

Technology is coming after us, but in a much more sneaky fashion than the Terminator films.  Technology is fighting us from all angles except dead-on.  It continues to push our bodies to the limits as described above, and as it pushes harder we start to break down mentally and physically.  At the same time, it distracts us with a barrage of "news", YouTube, and other useless garbage.  (I hate using the written equivalent of air quotes, but when Lindsay Lohan and Brett Favre's retirement get mainstream news coverage, the quotes are required).  Finally, there is all the free porn to take away the rest of our free time. We are rendered helpless while the controlling force destroys us. 

Like John Connor, I have decided to fight the technology and find some way to slow myself down.  Unlike John Connor, I have no real power or strength.  All I have is me forcing myself to notice things around me that I find interesting, and then write about them in this blog.  The irony does not get past me that I ranted above about the multitude of sources of useless information adding to technology's power over us, yet I choose to fight it by adding to this free flow of garbage.  What can I say, other than reiterating the fact that I am not a genius.  It works in my mind, but then again, I have named this blog Refined Delusions.