Entering this year it occurred to me that, social interaction had grown into a black hole of virtual hypnotisms, taking us further from our realities. A virtual space once solely reserved for pale-faced nerds and social outcasts. However today, those same greasy haired techies hold the jobs we crave, the attention we seek and the brains to combine the two in a cataclysmic cocktail we now chronically imbibe on. They are tenders of the current. Mixologists of the cool. With each picture view, status like and tweet sent in the last 6 years we’ve asked them for one more taste.
“Shaken, with two olives this time.”
Ironically, this constant search for authenticity became the stumbling block into an age of social enlightenment. An epiphany, currently lending a greater reach into the evolution of shared communication. This is making our virtual worlds rich with discovery and dripping in valued interests. We are no longer renters of the air space. Instead, we own the worlds we create. We are given final cut and last reamarks. We are masters of our domains. We are now part of a social evolution-moving from the one man band it was, into the full symphony orchestra it has become.
As for those teenaged geeks who now run the largest and most influential tech companies on the planet, they’re standing by, like proud parents at a tee-ball game knowing that their kid will one day make it big.
**If this movement has not yet revealed itself, I will personally level with you one last time. This thought started in 140 characters, broke into a status “on my mind” and found its way into a full fledge thought—shareable, tweetable and likeable by all means applicable. From one to another, tailoring an idea to shape and fit the means by which it should be broadcast. Darwin was right.