I don't quite know why it all makes me feel so overwhelmed,
perhaps it's the state my affairs are in lately.
When you unplug, you must face yourself.
And for once, it really is your life that you're living.
You, your single life. Not a thousand miniature lives.
Just one great, big, soulful life. Eventful or uneventful as you so choose,
or as you are so able... or as you so decide.
I don't like the thought of a thousand miniature versions of my life going on without me.
On display, and people can talk to me-- even when I'm not there to see it.
I don't have my phone on me today either.
It is a strange conflict, the numbing connectedness vs.
the tingling, ever-sparking disconnect.
I'm not trying to glorify or vilify any one side of the spectrum,
but for once it's nice to just face myself, the singular me.
And to have the friends that really matter,
the ones that have my number in their phone,
the ones who would invite me verbally, plus or minus a facebook invite.
I'm a simple person, I believe in face-to-face communion,
real life connections. So in some ways, perhaps the disconnect
isn't so estranged, after all.
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