I more or less loathe every post I read on facebook and I am beginning to realize why: there is no thought put into them. They are reactionary, they are spur of the moment comments, they are poorly thought through opinions. It is the nature of the media, an instant update of what the poster is thinking at that very moment. I am the first to admit that I have a lot of bullshit ideas in my head and if I tweeted all of them, I would be locked up to protect me from others as well as myself.
I post less and less. I dumped my twitter account because I know no one cares what I am eating and I do not have anything to sell or promote. I post less and less because I fear my opinions are as annoying to someone as theirs are to me. I post photos a lot. I post humorous little anecdoetes. Then I write somewhere else. I write drafts and drafts before they are read by anyone else. They are sometimes heartfelt, sometimes humorous, and sometimes a call to action for the readers, but they are always planned, researched, and interesting to me.
I see people celebrating winning sports teams, royal weddings, and terrorist’s deaths and realize that I almost never “WOO HOO!” In the Homer Simpson application of it, not in the Sims 2 (ya, I read Urban Dictionary too).
It got me to thinking about what/who I would totally lose my mind over and I cannot think of any specific incidents. I have looked through my listed “heros” on facebook and all of them are dead except Jimmy Carter so, I guess would totally loose my business cool if I ever met him. But since the others are dead, I would probably be pretty freaked out to meet them too.
Today is the birthday of William Inge, born in 1913 in Independence, Kansas. He came to be known as the “Playwright of the Midwest,” and credits his keen understanding of human nature to growing up in a small town: “I’ve often wondered how people raised in our great cities ever develop any knowledge of humankind. People who grow up in small towns get to know each other so much more closely than they do in cities.”
While working as a drama critic for the St. Louis Star-Times, Inge met Tennessee Williams, who invited him to a production of The Glass Menagerie. Inge was inspired to write a play of his own, Farther Off from Heaven (1947), which Williams recommended for production. He wrote a string of hits — Come Back, Little Sheba (1950), Picnic (1952) for which he received a Pulitzer Prize, Bus Stop (1955), and The Dark at the Top of the Stairs (1957) — all of which would later be turned into movies. He enjoyed less success and acclaim in the 1960s, however, with the sole exception being his screenplay for Splendor in the Grass (1961). He won an Oscar for it, but his five final plays were box office flops, and he killed himself in 1973, convinced he could no longer write.