techno twitter junkie

Its the dawn of the technology age.
and everything is peachy keen.
Sure teenagers text each other in the same room ,and grown adults are forgetting the art of conversation, and elementary school kids arent learning to spell as aptly as they should, but its all good.

Or is it?

Don't get me wrong- there is absolutely nothing wrong with technology. It's like food. We can use it for good things- but honestly, we are all a little addicted.
I have a seventeen year old sister who never puts her phone down, and a 39 yr old mother who practically lives on YouTube. Even as I say this to you, I am typing on a computer screen, with my cell at my side, and music blasting. Im not a hypocrite. Im not excluding myself from the problem. I simply think I am taking the first step...

admit when you need help: people all over are so plugged into their computers/phones/mp3's/gamesystems/etc, that we are losing touch with each other.

I had a guy ask me for my phone number so we could keep in touch. The first response i gave him was "ok, but text me because its free." And he did. and had quirky interesting things to say in text message. I decided to give him a call, because I love interesting conversation..... dead silence.... in person (on the phone) it was as if he was a totally different creature. He had nothing to say. Nothing at all....

Another time, i was texting an essay's worth of conversation to my friend. She and I continued on in this manner for atleast an hour. My mom asked to use my phone, and when I made a face, she said "you're not even using it." To which i quickly replied "Yes I am. Im having a conversation. It would be rude to just interrupt my conversation. She's expecting me to respond back." Seem odd to you? Im having a conversation with no conversing? riiiiight....

Which brings me to another glorious note. My mother. The queen bee of the techno junkies. She is thoroughly shocked when my sister and I dont have our phones on our person at every waking moment. I dont mean leaving the house without it. I mean leaving the room without it.... to go to the next room. She berates us for not answering our phones immediately, when she herself is notorious for never being available to answer a call. Also, since we have acquired these phones, the house phone has nearly become void. Sitting next to the house phone, she will call me into the room, requesting to use my phone because hers is dead.........

I just have one of those "Fresh Prince of Bel-Air" moments when Will looks directly at the camera, symbolically at the audience. It would be hilarious if it werent so sad. lmao....

Humanity is letting technology get the best of us. And we arent even making the very most of it. In such a global economy, we could be doing some real good to the Earth, and helping to create more opportunities for people. And these types of missions do exist. But they just dont beat the Youtubing, Facebooking, Twittering fanatics of the world. Tell me- why is it taking so long to make cost effective hybrid cars? What are we really doing?

Nowadays, if you can't take your business online, you can't make money. Yet people are not going into these marketplaces to teach vendors how to join the global community.

We are losing our ability to think, by letting our gadgets do the thinking for us. Business people are not being taught how to be innovative- they're being taught how to "get it done." And this is going to crash and burn if we dont do something about it.

I love my phone and email and computer as much as the next person. But i still sit and read. I still go to the park. Sure active video games are a plus, but so is fresh air. you cant learn everything with the click of a mouse. You cant escape experiencing life. I suggest we learn to better mesh our quickly advancing techno world with the beauty of our organic one. Because if they dont learn to live together, one is going to wipe the other out.... And if organic goes... so do organisms... (thats us people.)

Dont rush me

Sometimes, we do stupid things. Say stupid things. And hopefully learn from them. And sometimes we make those exact mistakes over and over again.
Not this time.
I met a guy, D, who very much excites me to be around. Giggles, blushes, bubbly feelings- all the makings of a good Disney movie.
He's funny, and beautiful, and headstrong, and smart, and opinionated, and animated, and caring, and blah blah blah.
So why does he deserve a blog? Well, unfortunately, its not for getting the Knight in Shining Armor award. Every prince has a few leftover warts from their frog days, and he is no different.

D is rushing me. Im sure any inquiry inot my family or friends will assure you; i hate to be rushed.

The other day, our conversation turned very quickly to my leaving for Virginia in a few weeks, to stay for several months. School. A necessary juncture that had not yet reached maturity. He complained about missing me, which is totally understandable. I would miss him as well. However, we arent a couple yet, so i didnt feel a need to focus SO MUCh attention on the subject. He asked how i felt about moving forward into a relationship, and a mixture of confusion eased into my spirit. On the one hand, it would be fun, and exciting, and desirable to do. On the other hand it would be rather premature in my mind, and probably short-lived. I tried to explain this to him, but he was hearing no parts of it. And then came the ugly demon. D actually threw something very much akin to a tantrum. As a former babysitter, i knew better than to feed it any attention. I walked away from the situation and told him to call me when he wanted to respect my decision.

But why the decision? I am torn between two very different hearts.
The young vibrant fairychild in me is all systems go, sure that whatever mayhem would erupt is just part of the ride. She wants to takeover the situation with a devil-may-care attitude, with no regards for how the end could affect this young man's heart.
The older, warmer woman who eventually wants one of those 70 yr long marriages, is both concerned heavily about his feelings, and the worthiness of the attempt. She knows that respect breeds patience breeds endurance which breeds stability, and that such characteristics are required to make a relationship work. This is what she wants, hacing no more energy to foolish flings.

In battling both of these thoughts, I think I have either sided with caution, or else stalled until the smoke clears. I told him I would give him a more decisive answer at the end of the month. And I very much intend to. I think , however, that alot of that will depend on him, and what he shows me.