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The other day I was listening to a radio program which suggested that many younger people communicate better using devices than actually listening to each other. If this true than using devices for communications seems a social negative.
Indeed. I'm 30, and while I remember a time where smartphones were not prevalent, I "grew up" on the Internet. This is where I spent my formative adolescent years and made most of my true friends. To this day, I feel far more expressive and fluid in writing than I do speaking. It has been both a positive and negative factor in my life.
Positive: I can type at over 150WPM and bang out five paragraphs without pausing for breath. This serves me well in the technical world.
Negative: I'm awkward (or intimidating) in person and have trouble making friends in real life.
I think Generation Z has it worse than Millennials in some way -- but importantly! -- not all. Generation Z seemingly favors small social networks (intimate friend groups) facilitated by ephemeral mediums like Snapchat as opposed to the wide-spanning social networks with permanent history like Facebook. Facebook hasn't seen wide adoption amongst the Zs. They're on there, but engagement is low.
I think they've learned from their elders' mistakes, to some extent. The social networks they create with technology more closely resemble social network structures in real life. They also favor in-person communication for important conversations, which is a crucial difference between them and Millennials.
I'm going from memory here from some papers circulated on Hacker News and other tech sector outlets.
In my view, the average American:
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I get the sense that I may not fully grok your meaning, @genkaku, but if I refrained from entering any conversation where I harbored such doubts, then I might as well take a vow of silence. Come to think of it, that might not be such a bad idea. Anywho...
I recall a deep longing for understanding, to know, since my earliest years. I was brought up in a conservative small town in Texas where Southern Baptists held sway. While my family didn't actively participate in the church, Christian ideology was pervasive. Until I was around twelve, I accepted it without question.
That's when things started breaking down. I couldn't help but to see inherent flaws and contradictions, not to mention outright hypocrisy, in the religion as it was practiced around me. Things came to a head when I began to become aware that my sexual orientation was not in line with the statistical mainstream. It was a stressful time for me. I developed severe psychological problems (and an ulcer) as a result of this internal conflict. I was obliged by circumstance to deconstruct my programmed belief system and cobble together something in its place. I kept certain parts and discarded others.
This curation left a hole, a most palpable and discernible lacking, which I equate with your "yearning for God." I've been seeking ever since. I came to a realization of no-self in a bout of severe depression a couple of years ago when I spent five months turned entirely inward, socially isolated from other human beings save for one person that I texted but have never met in person. The realization was not a positive experience -- it felt almost like psychosis, and maybe it was -- and I reeled. The ego forcefully reasserted itself over the next couple of months.
That hole, that yearning, is still there. Lately, though, I've wondered whether it's a yearning for God -- whatever that is -- or whether it's a yearning for an identifiable self.
when I walk in nature
and the music swells in crescendo,
a wildfire catches in my heart
with a thunderous roar,
giant and all consuming.
And then I become airtight.
The flames recede in diminuendo.
I breathe. I release;
and the fire is gone.
It would be such a shame
to disturb the birds.