I watched one of those true life documentaries on MTV today and it was about "friends with benefits" and I watched this girl lock herself in a bathroom because her f buddy did not text her back and she would "NEVER DO THAT TO HIM! Ever!" It just reaffirmed the thought that has been running through my mind for a few months now, that text messaging has severely damaged the ability for young people to form meaningful relationships. It is a hindrance because of its convenience, the relative anonymity, and its very being: something easy and straightforward but cold and distant. I would love to say that from now on I'll stop texting people and just pick up my phone when I have something to say and leave it alone when I don't have the cajones to dial the number, but that's just silly. We all know I'm an addict.
When I was little, I remember one incident where my mother was sitting at the table writing checks and doing the things that she did and I tried to get her attention numerous times by repeating "Mom... Mom... Mom! Mom!!" Finally she turned to me and reminded me that just because she wasn't responding to me didn't mean that she didn't hear me. This was a totally unacceptable explanation for me, because why wouldn't she just say "Yes?" and let me go on with my story. I think the realization that not being acknowledged is a deep-seated pet peeve of mine is both reassuring and scary at the same time...
But I mean, whatever, man! (Go ahead and read that sentence twice, because it's so deep and well thought out...) I'm listening to that terrible Alicia Keys song that I always hear in the kitchen at work and I am going to paint my nails and tomorrow I am going to go to the beach and I feel great. I dyed my hair today, I am that person that changes their hairstyle when they feel the need for a great life change. I know it is superficial but I'm surprisingly okay with it, I mean, whatever makes you happy, right?
In other news, Charlie pooed in my room again today! And it was huge and smelly. But that dang black and white dog is so cute that I was mad at her for two minutes and then started rubbing her speckled little belly. I'm glad I have the dogs in the house to snuggle with, they make everything a lot better...
A wise person once told me you could tell a lot about a person by asking them who their favorite Beatle is. I shrugged it off at the time, but I've had some time to think about it and I think he was right.
I like George Harrison.
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