And the quiet cat sitting by the post perceives the moon

That is a haiku by Jack Kerouac. Yesterday I think I bought a thing of ink and some sponges to make portraits and pictures and the such. I tried to make Jack Kerouac today, and it kind of looks like him but it looks more like Leonard Cohen's terrible self-portraits from Book of Longing. Anyways, that is neither here nor there.
The internet is boring, I've realized that now. Yes there's a lot of weird things and it's cool to see what creative people are doing, but comparatively the amount of pleasure I get from it against the pleasure I get from walking around or reading or talking to people isn't enough to justify the amount of time I spend on it. I had seven tabs open, and each one of them was useless, who the fuck cares about facebook or tv tropes or anything like that? And I don't understand why I gravitate to my computer whenever it's around, it's a total attention whore, and I don't like it. I don't like having piles of poetry and readings that I don't do because there are dick jokes or funny videos. I don't care about this stuff, it's a simple fact, but for some reason I can't do the things I do care about.
But lately, I've noticed that what I used to do online is as boring as I'm saying. The websites I used to go to are all the same, they used up their potential, and I'm too lazy to try an find new ones. I could probably go through a list of the websites and webcomics I used to love and why they're now terrible. But I still go back to them day after day. I don't get it, I feel like a slave to these things, and I don't like it. I know I don't like these things, but I also know that I will keep on going back to them, because it's cold outside and poetry is complicated and sometimes my head just wants to stay still and I'm out of milk for tea. But it isn't calming, for some reason looking at these sites is stressing me out.
But you know, for all my bitching, there's art on the internet. The webcomics I loved, I loved them for a reason, because the stories are well-written or the art is good or the characters are realized. Like, recently, Anders (hearts) Maria finished, and the ending was sadder, more poignant, and better done than so much I have read or watched. I mean, the whole comic had this veneer of sadness and like there was a tragedy coming, but I was hoping, in my heart of hearts, that I was wrong, that everything would turn out okay because the world is a beautiful and good place. But everything doesn't turn out okay, but I still think that the world is beautiful and good, because even when everything fell apart, I still loved the characters and the art and I was amazed that I could feel so much for something that is basically zeros and ones on a computer. So, yeah, I guess I might wake up tomorrow and decide to stop reading all of these comics, but I know I will keep on reading some of them, because they're art, whether or not I like the medium.
I don't know anymore, the internet's a big place, and I'm not sure if it's the place for me, if I even like it or what it represents.