Five hours of my day today was completely wasted. Considering how there are 3 million people on that network, I am by far not the only human out there who stared at that interface for more hours than justifiable.
It was fine when I was just looking for old friends or reading about what other people I wrote about mine. Yet, I was able to bring the time wasting to a whole new level. I made a “Fake” Profile and started to add people to it. Not a fake one of some movie star, or actress, but a “Geographical” one of my old home town of “Venice Beach, California,” one of the cities within LA.
I was so involved in it, I searched Amazon for books and music from that city for the profile, I made a list of the historical events that the happened in the City, TV and Films that were located there. Then I made a decision that I wasn’t going to add “real” people in it. Not even random other countries, states, or places. This profile is only to have LA neighborhoods and icons, a splatter of Southern Californian cities, and one or two Spiritual sista areas like Ashland, Berkley, Bolder, Portland, etc.
I started to add “Los Angeles, “Interstate Five,”, “Santa Monica” and was overjoyed when I found “Los Felix”, “Echo Park,” smaller less known places which were just as cool. By the time I found “The Roxy Whisky” “The Troubadour” (clubs where bands played,) I was practically jumping up and down. “See, I thought, it’s not just me those places mean something to other people too!” Then I started to search for “Disneyland,” “KCRW Radio,” thought maybe I should add things like, “Punks,” “Skateboards,” “Surfing” on the list.
That’s when I realized I was homesick. Completely and utterly. I was making a scrapbook of places that means something to me, and if I can’t be there, then having them on a list on the Internet was good enough.
Maybe it’s just time to really think about spending the next few years elsewhere. Well, actually have been thinking about it for a while. But I think it’s time to really start doing the ground work. In the meantime capture as much of Hong Kong that is dear to me so I have a record of it. I can always come back. I can spend some time over here, maybe I can raise enough money to finish my film. It’s always a bit of a sad senario, being from somewhere else because I am sure once I am gone. I will miss Hong Kong like crazy.