This is somewhat interesting: During the past few years I have almost been everywhere on this global village: Orkut, Yahoo 360!, Facebook, MySpace, Twitter, Last.fm, Tumblr, Blogspot, Wordpress, Weebly and so on. And what did I honestly get from all this hype? Absolutely nothing! If there was something to accomplish, I did it all by myself. I started out my indie music blog and wrongly expected support from my own friends (I didn’t have much e-pals back then). I also started a blog exclusively for my gang of intimate blokes and called it Olive Island! And started posting and posting. Nothing could stop me indeed. What is the feedback you get when you’re on internet? What was the name? Oh yes, COMMENTS. That’s every blogger’s Achilles’ heel. Exactly! Nothing was all I got. And you know what? No one has ever supported me in writing. In fact, nobody gives a damn. So is this something cruel?
When I ask my friends “So how’s the blog?” which is pretty routine for any online citizen, these are the answers I get:
- My internet connection is pretty messed up lately.
- I still haven’t found time to check my email in 3 weeks.
- I usually don’t hang out that much. I merely check my mail,
- I’m too busy you know!
- Which one? That one? Oh yeah, I think it’s great.
Comments? Ideas? Criticism? Objection? Any kind of reflection that means “I Was There @ Your Place”? None. And that’s where you become completely
pissed off numb. I know I’m doing my best to make sense but I never know if anyone reads my nonsense. It’s a delicate thing and the fact is that 1 person out of every 100 visitors leaves a comment on your blog. I think my statistics are way lower than the average. When I check out my blog’s traffic, I see visitors from Kuala Lambour, New Delhi and Alberta, Canada and sometimes my last.fm droogies pals (who honestly have been kind enough). Who’s leaving a comment? [whistling]. Thank you! But I don’t think it’s that black and white outside my country i.e. Iran. Friends leave comments, people reflect their feedback. So what the hell, man? I don’t know much but some vivid facts are for certain in our Iranian culture. The Studying/Reading average in Iran is less than one second. Wow! I take it all back folks. No complaints. But these are what Iranians usually do when they connect to the Internet:
- Open up their messengers to chat w/ total strangers;
- Sign in to their social network to see some total strangers stripping up their bodies to add friends and do their biz (you know what I mean by that!);
- Visit the Iranian rap/pop websites and downloading the latest crap out there;
- Check their emails to see if there’s any notifications from those total strangers everywhere;
- Looking for software hacks and new updates
But on the other side of the planet, there are people looking for news, articles, art and some other useful stuff. I didn’t create this journal to become an exception. I started this to simply join those who care and those who want to share something more than their body parts and their fetishes. And I promise I’m gonna see the glass half full. I think Karl Marx is right:
Anyone who knows anything of history knows that great social changes are impossible without feminine upheaval. Social progress can be measured exactly by the social position of the fair sex, the ugly ones included.
K, I guess that’s enough. I went to walk with my mom the other day around our vicinity in Jahanshahr, Karaj. That was actually the first time I go out walking with my mom. Jahanshahr has become such a mess since rural idiots have chosen it for their F1 rally race, but it’s not bad in early mornings. At the end of the boulevard I received some positive vibrations and I think I’m gonna walk more. There’s also a cycling park near our house. I’ve asked several friends to join me: no comments.