Me?
"I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me ... with your phone." Beck.
When I see those people driving and texting or walking and texting, or
talking
on their phones in
restaurants and cinemas and shopping centres and parks and all those places
with lots of things going on around them, and they’re locked into that cute
little screen, I just think wow... how lucky are they? They must have such
wonderful friendships to dismiss so much of what's around them. To put aside the convenience
and even the lives of others at risk for the sake of a call or text.
It even crossed my mind that some people are mindlessly scrolling, or even watching a movie! But no one could be that stupid.
It can only be a very profound relationship at work.
Truly amazing.
Imagine all that love!
Imagine the possibly life changing philosophical discussions at play!
It even crossed my mind that some people are mindlessly scrolling, or even watching a movie! But no one could be that stupid.
It can only be a very profound relationship at work.
Truly amazing.
Imagine all that love!
Imagine the possibly life changing philosophical discussions at play!
It almost makes me cry (ok, I
do weep), to think of what I must be missing out on.
No. It’s more than that. I'm envious. I'm as green as a first year apprentice killed having fallen from a ladder while answering his phone. Yep, I'm jealous. I want to be them. I must a real bona-fide, old fashioned salt of the earth, crusty grey, loner loser.
You see, I'm too aware of my surroundings.
I consider others when I'm on the road.
I think of the children in cars. On the pavement. The elderly. Father’s. Sister’s. Sons.
I even consider getting in people's way on the pavement, or blocking the escalator. Because I'm not at the center of the universe.
Too much consideration. Too much empathy.
Where will my thoughtfulness get me?
Nowhere. Fast.
Ah it’s no way to live is it? That’s my loss I guess.
I'm on a one way ticket to... (ringtone) Hello?
Do you have a personal 'phone chaos' story?
Perhaps you love your phone and want to tell me to jam it... my phone. Not yours. That would be messy. Because I ain't retrieving it.
Thoughts? Text it to me.
More Satire.
No. It’s more than that. I'm envious. I'm as green as a first year apprentice killed having fallen from a ladder while answering his phone. Yep, I'm jealous. I want to be them. I must a real bona-fide, old fashioned salt of the earth, crusty grey, loner loser.
You see, I'm too aware of my surroundings.
I consider others when I'm on the road.
I think of the children in cars. On the pavement. The elderly. Father’s. Sister’s. Sons.
I even consider getting in people's way on the pavement, or blocking the escalator. Because I'm not at the center of the universe.
Too much consideration. Too much empathy.
Where will my thoughtfulness get me?
Ah it’s no way to live is it? That’s my loss I guess.
I'm on a one way ticket to... (ringtone) Hello?
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| Face Time Driver caught in the act |
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| Genuine phone related crash |
Do you have a personal 'phone chaos' story?
Perhaps you love your phone and want to tell me to jam it... my phone. Not yours. That would be messy. Because I ain't retrieving it.
Thoughts? Text it to me.
More Satire.
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