I was watching a show on Bullies and I would have to say that it must be tougher on kids today. I mean if you can’t retreat in your head, where do you go? Knowing that something about you is out there, in cyberspace, it really is like something out of Orwell’s 1984. “Nearly all children nowadays were horrible. What was worst of all was that by means of such organizations as the Spies they were systematically turned into ungovernable little savages…” and “Thoughtcrime does not entail death: thoughtcrime is death.”
When I was in school, I was a loner and for the most part could avoid conflicts, much like someone in prison. School for me was like prison, it was a place you put kids because you have to do something with them! High School is a glorified Day Care center. I suppose you could learn something in the microcosm of Middle and High School, but i doubt it. Aside from the basics it’s all forgotten, assuming you can concentrate. High School is really about how you deal with people and life lessons.
Once you have served your term of four to six years, you really never see these people again. Just like that! Like magic they disappear. The only thing that doesn’t disappear (at least for a few lifetimes of memory) is your name. If I was on the Internet I would fake as much as possible. I don’t have Facebook or Myspace, none of that crap. The thing that’s bad about being a teenager is you have too go to school by law, even if someone beats you on the Internet outside of school. Personally, I would break that law, before I killed myself.
I could see all this evil Internet crap ruining countless lives. I think about those “primitives” in some jungle, with bones in their nose. They don’t want their picture taken, it will “steal” their soul. And what is a soul? Names and numbers, created, moved and deleted at will. What will we hold valuable? All these Bullies adolescent or grown can do allot of damage with a computer, from credit to 401-k. Security must not be compromised. Maybe, those primitives know something we apparently don’t. (hard knock life plays)
– George Orwell, 1984, Book 1, Chapter 2