superfluous simplicity

I've had a little too much time to think lately, I must make myself busy otherwise I spend too much time thinking.

Recently I've met a few random people off the Internet, which got me to thinking that I could now indulge myself doing what I love doing whenever I find time. People-watching. It's an odd habit, I like sitting in a shop, watching people go by and entertain myself to what they could be doing or what they should be doing or even where they are going. If a couple or a family cross my viewing line, I play mind games with myself as to their state of their relationships and what they will be doing for the rest of the day together. But I digress, let me move back to the original point of trying to watch people on the great invention of mankind called the world-wide web.

The emergence of such a wondrous technology has enabled people to communicate with anyone they choose, to have more opportunities open to them that would have never presented before and to interact in the way they please. It allows people to present themselves to the world as how they imagined in the mind. The great web of anonymity is a comforting cloak to have, much like how a child holds on to their favorite toy.

Human interactions have always been interesting. The mind games that are played in the act of courtship for human relationships have eluded me, although I am now currently on a steep learning curve. It is much simpler to have your innate biological nature present itself. The courtship rituals of birds and other animals follow a set pattern and is governed by genetics. The rules are set and it's hard to change them. If only human relationships (of any description) were that easy!

The ability to communicate with people on an instant, daily basis perhaps is the downfall of us. Things seem less exciting, the lack of pause between something happening and being shared decreases the impact and value of it. I don't understand how people insist that the constant barrage of the Internet is any good, thus superfluous simplicity. But perhaps I am just over-thinking something simple as usual.

On another note, I find myself defined by people of my surroundings, yet I find that people insist I have a strong personality. I find it odd, although perhaps I am the chameleon, merging into the character of what people prefer. That is oddly disturbing and strangely satisfying at the same time.

It's 3am and I'm still awake. My cleaner will not be impressed when I am not awake before she gets here again.