COMMENTS.....AND THE OVERABUNDANCE THEREOF.

 

        Obviously, the title of the post does not refer to the number of replies I received from my previous posts. No, I'm alluding to the number of comments that seem to have piled up on the information superhighway causing enlightenment, entertainment, and even an occasional sense of 'meh' but also irreversible damage to the heart, mind and soul.  Does our desire to harm outweigh our desire to help?                                                             I seem to remember a time before social media (does anyone else?) when it was common and decent to say "no comment" whenever someone asked someone else something that they didn't want to answer because they had no opinion (imagine the unmitigated gall of someone like that), because they didn't want to offend anyone, because they hadn't yet come to a place where they felt their opinion was fully formed, wanted or needed, or just simply didn't want to waste their time on something so trivial or inane.                                                                                                                                        Once social media started this trend of leaving those dreaded comment sections, traditional media wasted no time jumping on the bandwagon with millions of actually unwanted cries of "Let Us Know What You Think About (???) by calling, emailing, etc."  Imagine if at the end of War and Peace, Tolstoy had said "okie dokie...story over.  Whaddya think now dudes and dudettes?  Strap your thoughts to Josef the Carrier Pigeon and tell him to drop it off at the second yellow colored shack on the right."?    Personally, I have never wanted to know what someone else thought about the series of snowballs that displayed a vague resemblance to the twelve disciples because there are only so many hours in a day.  I know I possess a vulgar lack of curiosity and or voyeurism which is why something like The Jerry Springer and its offspring was the visual version of a flaming bag of feces on the doorstep of television for me. But if you prick me, do I not bleed out enough to satisfy your need for the taste for the good stuff? Or is that not sufficient for you?  What then will it take for your morbid cups of crap to runneth over?  I'm just asking for a friend.