Hell of a Guy

Staying Connected…


In this day and age staying connected seems to have taken on a new urgency. Some of us feel we must do stay connected at all costs and at all times. We just cannot live without our connection device being in our hands or at the very least within grabbing distance.

The problem is, we are not in control.

In our house The Nancy and I have two phone lines, two DSL lines and we each have a cell phone. Additionally, we both have our laptops and tablets. We are connected, except when we are not connected.

At this very moment, having had a gully washer, a real toad strangler, pass through Beautiful Downtown Berkeley Springs, West Virginia (population 711) causing a lapse in our electricity and we are without connections to our phone service and access to the internet. Suddenly, we find ourselves in panic mode. What the hell do we do now?

In cosmic time, only a moment has passed since none of these devices were even invented. I grew up, as did The Nancy, in a home where there was but one phone (and one TV and on car). There was a time we shared the phone line with other people outside of our house – it was called a party line, and oddly enough, it seemed to work out just fine. In those days, we thought we were connected just because we had a telephone in the house. I miss those days.

These days we panic when we have to wait a few seconds for something to open or download on our computers. We cannot seem to go anywhere without our cell phones close enough to grab should they rings, and sometimes we pick up the cell phone just to see if we missed anything. While we were taking a bite of food someone may have posted something to Facebook that we are missing out on, so we constantly check to see what is going on with a bunch of people we really don’t know that well and perhaps would not like if we did know them.

We have become a bunch of robots and stooges to technology. I am not sure where this is going, but I am sure I am liking it less than more.

I long for the old days. That said, I know there is only one way to go. I also know I have a choice to make; I can go with the flow or be hopelessly left out wondering what the hell is going on.

And that is all I have to say about that…

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