“Have you seen that Youtube video?”
This is a question continually asked in our age of post postmodernism, metamodernism, subjectivism (my personal favorite) or whatever you want to call it. Either I have or I haven’t and when I haven’t, rarely is it as good as I expect it to be. And so I sit there waiting for the big laugh. It never comes.
It’s like they want to let me in on an inside joke. But like most inside jokes, it isn’t funny unless you were there for the first time. It’s much better discovering a new Youtube video on your own, feeling the shock, joy, and desire to show your close friends, although they will inevitably be let down by all the surrounding hype, than to sit mindlessly and hope that your friend’s Internet taste doesn’t let you down.
And don’t even get me started on the Youtube vortex. Start watching one and pretty soon you’ve wasted an hour of your life and your neck and cheeks hurt from staying in laugh position, ready for the cue to pity-laugh.
Everyone thinks that their Youtube videos are the funniest. They’re not. They just reflect your weird sense of humor. And btw, just because you put it on Facebook or you Tweeted it, the whole world isn’t necessarily aware. Some of us work at our day jobs.
Alas, this selfishness and individuality expressed through Internet curation is part of post postmodernism. I’d prefer to read some classic literature. Maybe that’s why I have such few friends.