Do you know what's sad? That we have mapped the entire globe, and that no-one will ever have the profession 'Explorer' again; it can only be "Aquatic Explorer", or "Space Explorer".
This also has an impact upon fiction; writers from before we mapped the earth could create tension and impart terror by speaking of far off and terrible places/landmarks which the reader could not, with absolute certainty, disprove the existence of. Now, people would just have to look on Google Earth.
There is always the mystery of the ocean depths, and so I'm holding out hope that R'lyeh will rise at some point. Iä! Iä! Cthulhu f'tagn!
Something else that's sad is the way in which media has brainwashed my generation; I've grown up to expect that, if your life is dull or not perfect, something interesting, cool and amazing will always happen to make everything better.
How's this been imparted onto us? I'll explain my logic;
Almost every movie, kids show and book involves someone with an imperfect life as the main character.
It is rare to see, especially in media which people below 18 are likely to see, someone who does have an imperfect life in a noble light.
Everyone views themselves as the main character in Life.
Thusly, my generation expect that they will be famous, rich or have amazing lives. Why do you think people jump at the chance to get on Big Brother, or why so many young women want to become Glamour models? Why are there so many people who write things online and expect to become J.K. Rowling? (Please ignore the irony of this statement)
I am entirely guilty of it; I expectantly hope that everyone will come to this site and be enamoured with my writing and return constantly; spreading the word to their friends as they do. I also hope to be snapped up by an agent, and then by a publisher, and get a massive advance.
I'm only glad that I can say that it is a mere hope; I
know that if I am going to be able to make a living from writing then it will be a long process, and that I am likely to get rejected several times before I get an agent. But, there are people who don't have my cynicism/self-deprecation...
Finally, it's sad that I'm going to be alone for the weekend. I miss you, my love.
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