Untethered

(I clearly have an issue with technology.  Going over past posts...apparently I've given my two cents a few times.  I apologize.  Maybe I just don't feel 'heard' <sigh>  Next post will be on something else...I promise - hee hee.  Apparently it  doesn't bother me too much - I'm blogging now - HA!!!!  Oh...the vast vortex!!)

(gasp)  As a man, desperate for water crawling on the desert floor (or, as of late, the Texas)

"Our Internet is down?!" (gasp!!)

For THREE DAYS?!!?! 

<for those of you that know me, you can imagine how difficult this is to type without my beloved emoticons...HA!!>

But...but...what about emails?  And FaceBook?  How will anyone KNOW that I'm ok and how will I share my opinions with my friends at large?  I mean...HELP ME NOW!!! 

During those three days my sweet husband walks in while I'm sorting my catch all recipe drawer.  He asks, "Internet still down?"  I simply look at him, indicating with the nonverbal, "Uhmm...yeah...you think I'd be doing sorting my recipe drawer if it were working?"  Silly man.

Whew...at least there was my 'smart' phone for those three agonizing days.  Heaven forBID I pick up a phone or better yet, NOT be ruled by almighty technology.

But really, how 'smart' are these phones?  It's terribly disconcerting to see these blue glows on every one's faces, constantly connected - be it text, email, social media and often the loud conversation on the phone.

Yes, yes - I've touched on this before.  And all of these great things have their place.  I mean, there is comfort in having my phone with me should something happen or I would like to ask my Joel to pick up something from the store.  Or when major life crisis happens, have mercy - the tool of social media was a tremendous way to get information out on a large scale.  And of course, staying in touch with those that are overseas - it's a huge comfort to see their sweet faces and know that they're ok.

But why, why, why has it become our obsession?  Are we that miserable with actual human contact or rather, place so little value on it, that we can't give technology a rest?  Since when did it control us? 

I'm pretty certain that the memory my girls will have of me is the back of my head, like Cousin Id, "Mmmm...I think her eyes were green.  She definitely resembled a Smurf."  Seriously - I'm pretty sure they just turned another year older while I was checking my emails.  Ugh.

'Ding, ding' - OH!!!  an email!  a text!!  (sigh)  I'm just as guilty - a little shot of adrenaline...I'm popular!  Someone loves me! 

Honestly, I do not know 'the answer'.  As I've said, there is a place for these tools in our life.  But that's just what they are - tools, to be used by us - not the other way around. 

So my challenge to you today.  Set some boundaries.  Does your email really have to be open ALL DAY?  Do I really need to know what you're doing on the hour?  Every hour?  I mean, I'm thrilled that your digestive system is working and that they weren't out of toilet paper in the bathroom, but really...?  I need that visual?

I'm just sayin'. 

Eyes On Him (and I'm fairly certain He doesn't text)

MamaFox