For a hermit like me, Google is a very dangerous thing. Well, perhaps it’s only bright hermits, those who know how to Google effectively. And it might not even be just hermits, Googling might actually be creating hermits, turning folks who otherwise might have been engaging in social intercourse with others into something other, something that sits in front of the screen all day self indulging.
Kind of like watching porn, Googling. Mostly it’s a solitary thing. Well, couples watch porn sometimes, or at least I used to as a couple, sometimes, but mostly the porn was so cheesy and the actual person who was the other half of my couple interesting enough to make the porn just kind of stupid.
Comedic even, at least until it got ugly. Porn usually gets at least a little ugly. I’m not sure why that is. Of course Googling can get pretty ugly, too.
Anyway, I’m digressing.
The thing about Googling is that I can learn anything about anything ever just by Googling, I don’t have to ask anyone. I can convert my phone into a hotspot, pull that passenger seat, even build a nuclear bomb if I decide I want to build one, because the instructions for how to do all of those things are available online.
It’s one of those things that I always just marvel at, how freaking over the top fortunate kids these days are, that to satisfy any curiosity about anything known (or thought known) by all of humanity, all one has to do is freaking Google it.
Granted, one does have to have some critical thinking skills, and if one is actually seeking “truth”, a certain amount of skepticism and persistence in evidence gathering is a must, but geez Lousise Lou Betty, when I was a kid, I couldn’t even look up who the heck discovered electricity (hahahahahaha, everybody and nobody) without going to the freaking library and thumbing through the encyclopedia. That or ask someone who was in the know.
But thing is, for a hermit like me, well, I could disengage from all social intercourse, like, just like that. I could figure out how to turn that phone into a hotspot, I could even learn the language of cyberspace, what with its hotspots and such, I could learn it in two or three languages, although cyberspace is funny with linguistics, so are humans. I could learn how to build a better birdhouse, even offer up my own perspective on birdhouse construction materials and the wants and needs of various species.
Of course I’d have to look it up first. Google it.
Or, I suppose I could go out and watch the birds, see where it is they choose to live, watch them build their houses. That would be a lot more fun. And I could build a hotspot over there, in that spot where I need to clean up all that deadwood. A fire is always nice.
Of course, these days, one can Google a fire. A friend of mine was watching fake fire on her TV set the other day. It made me sad in ways I cannot describe to you.
You can’t even Google it.