jane austen never could fully understand 133+

does the prevalence of information . . . and by that i mean to say all that is accessible through the magic of the interwebs (pure witchcraft that interwebs, i tell you) . . . well, does this prevalence of information destroy the true ability to long? to long, perchance to yearn and by yearning get a sick feeling in the pit of the stomach. and want to vomit a little bit.

myspace.facebook.blogs.photosites.onlineprofiles.yadda.yadda.yadda.

all these fertile grounds that you might lurk. might gain information on the object of your desire without ever getting nervous, without ever having a conversation, without ever making a fool of yourself, and without ever ever ever rising from your internet-savvy and ever-expanding ass.

what has the information garnered from these sites ever done for you? and by that i mean to imply positive action. sure sure, the pictures are nice - but what happens when you stumble on one of them with their ex? or what about when the wrong person posts on their wall? you know, that person that you've tracked over the comment history to see who they were and what they thought and just how they tried to seduce the man or woman on whom you are currently working

internet longing seems to be such a cop out . . . too easy. what would our victorian predecessors, full of their poetic sensibilities, say about this matter.

they had it down to a science, and i mean, i suppose they had to. living in a society that suppresses any exposition of personal emotion does wonder for a person's ability to quietly brood. they might not have had keyboards, but they had loss of hunger, lack of sleep, pallor, letters, letters, more letters, and when things got really intense, locks of hair. sitting next to the Dashwood sisters, or the Bennet clan, i pale in comparison. my cheeks are rosy, my nights are fairly peaceful, and i have yet to hack any part of my hair off and send it off sealed and stamped.

when it comes down to it, they probably wouldn't reprimand us, that'd probably upset some sort of civil sensibility, they'd just have taken more laudanum . . .