Getting out of that shell

The internet is a shell of comfort. One can be a hero (without being laughed at) by moving into the cyberworld and hiding behind some goofy avatar. I know of a friend who's like that. It's fairly dreadful, spending a nice long break just playing games. I'm wondering how much better I am, stuck on the internet blabbering words that don't really matter and watching anime. Bloggers are an interesting bunch. Some bloggers are rather vocal online and discuss personal issues as if the entire audience were their friends. In contrast to their online personas, bloggers might just clam up in real life. Makes one wonder if online people are socially inept in some way.

Life always seems to be meaningless. Well, that or maybe just generally unproductive. Maybe it's because I'm not making any sort of lasting impact on the world at large. Would what I do really matter anyway. Don't answer that. Everyone turns out to be cogs in the great economic machine (Fenrir's note: CLICHE!) and individual meaning in life has to be sought somehow. So...what some define as having done stuff in life may not always apply to everyone. By my definition, however, my friend's been wasting all those months of freedom. That's just my take, of course.
My parents feel that people should work as an occupation, or a means by which one might burn his/her spare time. I do not understand that concept. There are many things that can be done without one having to resort to work (except maybe to earn enough money to survive and stuff).

Frankly, I'm not getting along at all with my parents at times. They just have a totally different social outlook. My father's overly cautious (and realistic) and mother's probably too emotional. Father's always a downer, considering worst case scenarios for every dream that I may have. Mother just doesn't get it when I present my vision to her, and I just wind up upsetting her and making her feel that I'm lazy. Early retirement is a bane, in their eyes, even if there is sufficient money to facilitate that. Anyway, yeah. It's a bit hard to confide in them. Strange that I can't even confide in my closest blood relations. No point saying more stuff to alienate dad and reduce mom to a nervous wreck. Love you both no matter what. *sigh*