does utube drive u insane?

Can ipods, utube, twittering and facebook drive us insane?? With so much technology tweaking our emotions directly on one hand and taking away emotional shock absorbers like actually meeting up with friends or talking to friends one on one, are they actually making us manic depressed?

Well iv been utubing to glory, listening to all the sad drivel on it. and right now i feel quite spaced out, dazes with two black holes engulfing my eyes.

aaah then their is facebook that makes ur jealousy metre go up a few rungs, every time u check out the latest employment deal/ grad school or happy holiday that a person u knew who actually did "far worse than u at some point" had got.. its funny how we sometimes cover our insecurities by checking out profiles of ppl who weknow r having worse lives than ours.. aaah and talking of insecurity, the spine tingling jitters that creep up everytime u c a person's profile pic change to a well decked married pic. aah then u secretly check out the wedding album and gloat at how the makeup stands out or the guys hair looks too stiff or how his pot belly is still visible underneath a mail version of a girdle.

or and also checking up the relationship statuses of our exes and feeling a mirthy satisfaction that bubbles up when ppl u hate breakup..
and all the self important status msges abt how inspired u r while u sit on ur bum doing jack robbins, sweet nothing..
amazing...
and only if ppl looked as beautiful in real life as their photoshoped profile pics look.. wont we all b a cute cuddly bunch..

oh and the latest craze.. twitter.. im abt to get onto it.. checking out interesting stuff ppl are doing with their lives while trying to stay awake at ur boring mundane office desk, trying to look busy

i mean y have to all turned into a bunch of morones.... gosh i think i need to stop utubing b4 i slash my wrists or something..

iv withdrawn from friends.. i hate my job and is falling in love with a pakistani pop singer (aah wats with me an afghans, Pakistanis and kashmiris.. its funny ) aah talking of which just remembered i am already in love.. so atif aslam will hav to wait...

but listen to him.. he is magically melancholic

waiting..

sleepless nights....
infinite utubing..
for songs he used to sing...
cuddling on to an unwashed shirt...
with his smell...
memories..
flitting past...
of wading in calm sees
at the crack of dawn
of gazing at the stars
on a broken bridge,
its funny
how nostalgia sometimes distorts memories
erases the bitter ends
like the poop on the beach
or the fights
or the mistrust
and fuels yearning..

waiting...
for what?
reunion?
acceptance from the world?
a happily ever after?
in a world that judges
and matches ppl
like matching cards
on education, occupation, race, religion and social status..
hmm..
is there ever
a happily forever?

waiting..
if only the world was truely flat
where each one is "judged" for their ownselves
where labeling wasnt so important
where there were no highs and lows
where our humaneness was all we had

waiting....
waiting...
waiting...
for my castle of cards to fall..
with only memories worth a life time
to live with..
while starring at the ceiling
lying wide awake
listening to the snoring
of a man i can't love
but one with all the right labels...