I'm about to write a rant about technology...
as I am typing on my Loras laptop that is somewhat disposable... because
we use them for two years, complain about them (for valid reasons), and then turn them in.
My words appear on this artificial document screen thingy that
someone super smart, well a lot of smart people, figured out
how to make wires and numbers and codes turn into this blog spot
post that I am typing, and that you are reading.
I have learned from society, education, Mavis Bacon (Beacon? idk..But remember...?),
and my numerous college papers how to swiftly move my fingers across the small plastic squares,
without looking, to form words and sentences in just a few blinks of the eye.
And the crazy thing is... that is what is ordinary.
This is what we know,
and this is what we do.
This is what we are
supposed to know.
Today, I spent my evening working on some work, homework,
and miscellaneous things that needed to get done.
Then I realized that hours had passed and afterwards I was consistently checking my
email, text messages, and word documents to see what else I had to do, or if someone
got back to me on some of the things I was working on.
I stopped when I noticed that I probably checked my email five times in 10 or 15 minutes... and
I'm not even waiting for anything urgent.
it's just this mentality of always being on top of things, always connected to what
"has" to get done and the tasks before me.. or up ahead.
It's frustrating.
Why is that in order to "take in" a moment we enjoy, we take Snapchats to publish on our stories?
I mean I do this sometimes... but why??
Why is it that the beauty of life is filtered through my lens of my stinking
Apple phone, which I am so grateful for, but so attached to.
I went a week without a phone. This past week, following the tragic fall of my phone into a deep deep deep (yes, deep) body of water.
It was different. Hard. I got lost driving a few times and had to ask random people for directions.
and it was wonderful.
But I love having a phone.
It's great to communicate with the people that I love.
But... why must it distract me from them too.
ahhhhh.
I'm not too sure what I'm saying, just ranting.
I want to live right here.
Where I am right now.
Moving my fingers across the little plastic squares with shaped lines on them that produce this very thought...
And while it urks me... it also fills me.
Because I can sit on my bed,
doing just this,
and you can sit where you are...
doing just whatever it is that
you are doing.
And you can read this, because I
jumbled some words into thoughts
into a blog....
that you are reading.
and perhaps thinking.
and perhaps we are all just living.
I think I'm giving myself a headache.
_michelle
"Dig our toes into the open road.
We go into this great bright morning,
leave the rest of this world behind.
Falling into this great bright morning,
You and I."
Great!
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