Thursday, May 17, 2012
I dither from all in; a twittering twit, a Foursquaring bore, a Facebook nut for the Words with Friends, a blogging tool - oh wait - use of my blogging tool.
I annoy with updates, location checkins, directing traffic to my blog, logging workouts, logging daily nutrition, calendar updating, right down to Google note-taking.
To nothing. Radio silence. I get overwhelmed with it all. I stop. I experience radio silence.
At least I think I do.
Then I find myself checking emails at least. Well, you have this smart phone, use it! Just poke your head into Facebook and see what's shaking.
Not that anything is EVER shaking. But I don't want to miss it if it HAPPENS to be shaking. You know.
Our kids would have no idea how to handle that. None. Proof being how no one, at least from my vantage point, can spend any time without something to read, something to blast in their ears, something to send, receive, check, log, forward. Something to do.
When I was a wee girl, and actually to this day, I would get lost in thought. All the time. Daydreaming we used to call it.
I started thinking up stories in my head when I was about seven to get myself to fall asleep. Elaborate stories. I do this still. I daydream (that can't be the right term!) while I am trying to fall asleep. I conjure up something incredibly pleasant or exciting or something that I'm looking forward to or something I'd like to look forward to.
Daydream. My own radio silence.