Sunday, August 11, 2013
Well, gotta have the cell. Can't live without the cell. It's this world we live in today. We must be connected. We have to be continuously checking for something... anything. Someone must be out there ready to tell me what they had for breakfast, what they plan for their day or how really happy they are, at least for now. Some days, I truly wonder how I ever survived my teen and early adult lives without being attached, almost at the hip, to these rectangles that shout out color, videos and random music from favorite songs. We are being held hostage in a way. In someways, on some days I wish the SWAT teams might break through and rescue us. From ourselves. Last week, a good friend lost her phone and started an emotional breakdown. The tears just flowed and flowed. It was difficult to understand her at times. She was embarrassed too. Was she crying for loss of photos, numbers or messages? Quite frankly, no. She was stressed, because she could no longer hold it in her hand. It was a tactile thing, I guess.
Me? Lose my wallet, and then you'll see the tears flow and a few, well placed, curses to the sky!