I was coming out of work several weeks ago at night and something stupid happened. Something that made the obvious more obvious, and made me hate one of my then-new hobbies.
I used to enjoy sliding on wet ground which let me slide for a few seconds without the need for a skateboard or other board type transportation vehicle object.
Unfortunately, something happened that caused me to slip, fall on and bruise my ass and break my phone.
The next day or so was- for want of a better term, torture... of sorts: I wanted to contact people and play games on my phone (namely: Judge Dredd vs Zombies). There was information to be shared, obtained, moronic jokes to be told, etc. A need was not being filled. There was an emptiness that went on without being cured. That was gruesome. But what was more gruesome was realizing just how crippled we've become if we're not glued to our screens.
We're so reliant on technology that one can probably feel bugs under the skin if they're not logged on or something.
Sick.
An exposed weakness is something venomous, odious, and vile with me. Primarily, when I have to own up to it and even more so when it's something so goddamn stupid.
I lived comfortably without a "smartphone" for years and less than a week reduced me to whiny little brat.
Fury.
I no longer enjoy sliding down that wet hill at night.
