It may very well be, that it is because I’m getting old, but I miss the days when if something bad happened to you, you only cursed out loud, when public outrage meant vehement speaches at the local pub, when public shaming meant disapproving looks for a couple of days in your local community.
I miss it because it was enough. Enough for people to change, to know if something was wrong it can be and should be fixed; it will get better. It was not ignored, swept under the rug, but still, punishment fit the crime and we did not go overboard, because we knew, that there will be a tomorrow. A tomorrow, where we will be living with the same people.

But things changed. Now we have internet, an entity that never forgets and a social medium, where we can share. Share and spread our boredom, our happiness, our ailments, our grievances, our ideas, ideals and ideology. A virtual space, where we can learn or just turn our real or percieved indignation into a national public lynching. A space where we can share all the aspect of our life, like our need for more privacy. Now we have twitter, a digital equvivalent to a tool of masturbation, that helps us release the pent up feelings in a short burst of a hundred and fourty characters.
It is not that I blame the internet for its existence, because it is just a tool like any other. It turns ito be whatever we use it for. Like a stick. We can use it to prop up a beutiful flower or to pop out someone’s eye. It depends on the person.

I miss the good ol’ days when there could be redemption beyond punishment in the eyes of public morality. It was not perfect, but still, it did not take away all my hope in humanity.

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