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Butterflies and Broken Wings. :: Our lives begin to end, the day we become silent about things that matter ::

Monday, August 01, 2005

Web Cam

Webcams

I don't know how people can ever be comfortable with web-caming
Ok, maybe I'm behind times.
But honestly, as I slack in front of my monitor, face as hideous as hideous can be.
I wonder.
Do people seriously enjoy web-caming?
I mean looking decent at home.
That is what makes surfing fun isn't it?
Putting on your old and grubby clothes, slacking in your seat and just clicking away.

Imagine having a webcam.
You comb your hair, check out your image over and over again, to make sure you don't look as freak as you hope.
You open up your utmost slacky self to all your friends.
Or maybe, you dress up and make up for your friends, I don't know.

I just know I can't.
I am not up for webcaming.
I will die the day webcaming becomes mandatory.
That everyone surfing the net must webcam.
That will be the day I quit internet.

Because I truly truly cannot bring myself to dress up for my monitor.
You should take a look at me now.
In my PJs with my hair in a mess.
Only the closest would see what I am seeing now.

In relation to the above.
I also believe that there exists no ugly woman, only lazy ones.
Everyday.
I see that (shit) face of mine in the mirror.
And I see what make up does for me.
I conclude that every single morning.
That make-up to woman is like viagra for man.
You create this false sense of security.
It makes you (and everyone surrounding you, or closely related to you) temporary happy.
They think you have it.
You are satisfied with that short spurt of security.
You think you have it.
But at the end of the day.
When the effects wears off.
You are back at square one.
The truth always prevails.

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