Zoomed the F*ck Out!

Y’all, I think zoom fatigue is some bullshit — for realz!

I’ve been reading articles about how all the zoom people doing is slowly making us sicker and crazier (speaking as a sick crazy person). I’m calling bullshit. There’s a subculture been living mostly in the virtual world for decades. I’d be days at my computer in the old chat rooms, look up and see nine hours’d passed: That shit was routine. As a kid, I’d talk all day (literally from morning until evening, or later) on the phone to my friends. Y’all know what I’m talking about!

The virtual world been home away from home, from the confort your own home at least a decade, people putting in hours of screen time on the daily. That’s some situations where you at least get to interact. Television just another version virtual living where the conversation’s totally one-sided. I’m a fan of the audiobook that offers another way to escape where all one gets is words.

Before we was able to capture moving pictures and spoken word, people had to communicate in writing. People managed to communicate that way several millennia. Suddenly, in 2020, the human psyche done become so fragile that losing the subtlety of body language is totally debilitating. We so fragile we get taxed when we gotta depend on the spoken word. Get the fuck out of here with that shit.

People like to complain. That’s the age-old truth. We pampered. We like shit like we like it. We don’t need to know why. We resistant AF to change, even though adaptation crucial for our survival. Shit, even things just the way we want, people find a reason to whine. Just for kicks, search “happiness is bad for you” and damned if I ain’t find an article in the Washington Post from 2012, saying how too much happiness is bad for you.

Reminds me how during the recovery after Hurricane Sandy. Power outages made it tough getting information out. We had almost daily community meetings. People complained about meeting fatigue. So, not being able to see people in the flesh exhausting and seeing people in the flesh also exhausting. But fuck if, after those meetings, the same people ain’t head to the local bar together.

So, yeah, if you stand my ass up for a zoom date talking some half-baked excuse about how you had some frigging zoom fatigue, I will call your ass out. Just tell me you didn’t feel like talking to me and were eager to get back to binge-watching Lucifer on Netflix!