These Guilty Feet Have Got No Rythm

Apr 20, 2009 20:15

I feel guilty for not having posted here in over a month. It's weird, because I'm almost feeling like I've outgrown the need to even DO this. I want to have it available when I want to write it in, but that's just the thing. I don't prioritize it.

With as many ways as there are of keeping in touch and track of people, finding out what's up with them, it's really never been easier. Between Facebook, Twitter, (Myspace, I guess) good old fashioned emails, and cell phones that can do all that, you really get a sense of connection to the world. A connection I remember scoffing at before finally caving and buying my first cell phone. I remember how "tethered" it felt. Someone being able to get a hold of me whenever they wanted? Pfft, that sounded like ass.

Now I don't know what I'd do without my cell. it's a social life line, and all my phone does is MAKE CALLS. That's archaic now.

But where all that stuff fails, and LJ succeeds, is in this. Exactly what I'm doing right now. I'm spewing my brains out on a virtual tablet without having to hand-write it out, and people I know can read it if they are so inclined. That's pretty sweet.

I guess the problem is just how often I want to do that. I feel like there's so much competition for my time. There's so much I want to do in life, from watching my TV shows on Monday nights, to playing video games, to picking up new hobbies, hanging out with friends, and bettering myself by working out and such - you practically have to make a prioritized list. Life isn't long enough to get everything you wanna get done, done. I kinda understand that now; I didn't before.

I suppose I see why so many people multitask so much crap. Biking to work = working out and getting to work at the same time. We watch TV and write emails during the commercials, we do all sorts of BS while we eat and drive (sometimes that we shouldn't). All in the name of getting everything we have to do done, so we can move on to what we WANT to do.

Things would be so much easier if we didn't have to sleep. Haha. Or work. Blecch.
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