Date: 2009-06-22 06:51 pm (UTC)
I'm pretty sure that very few people under the age of thirty-five remember what the word angst actually means, or know that "angsting" isn't a word, or that feeling and expressing angst is not a sign of weakness or something to be loathed and mocked.

No. Because if they did, they would recognise that Every Single One Of Them is experiencing it, All The Time. Every Internet diversion, every Second Life, every subsumation of the actual emotional response beneath the Forced Shallow Braying Laughter, is an attempt for people to Stop Feeling this all consuming Dread.

And now I can't stop thinking about Dune, and how I want a megaphone... And now I can't stop thinking about how most at whom I'd shout the Litany Against Fear would completely misunderstand it.

Breathe.

On Twitter, one has followers, and one follows others, which, in all ways, makes much more sense, without linguistic perversions.

It's a very important distinction. I'm of the mentality that I always appreciate a small wave, if someone begins to read what I write-- just a small "Oh don't mind me, I'll just be walking behind you, for a bit, seeing where you go." It helps me feel more inclined to return the favour.

On Livejournal, the weighted term makes that contact even more imperative, while Twitter's linguistic choice lets me ignore it, more easily.

Unless the following happens in waves. Then I get paranoid.
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