And, I'm Back

It is the undesirable truth that I am wont to let things slide in my life when other factors become so insanely involved that I must indeed focus almost all of my psychological effort on them. That being said, rest assured that I am still full of quips about dating and relationships, seeing as I seem to know as little about them as I did before, and my poking fun is really a very small mind trying to get a grasp on a rather large subject. Much like black holes, which I discovered this semester to be small in size but rather large in implication. I think I can safely say that I'm flattered, for the most part, that one of my friends bequeathed me with the term of an emotional black hole. Though I might have preferred being referred to as a white hole-not that I'm racist or anything of the sort, but it's just more adequate description of both my skin color and my disposition. If you want more explanation, just ask me, I'll be happy to pontificate for hours on end. Because that's what I do. I pontificate.

Whatever.

Anyway, I'm back! Yes, it's been a long blogless existence for the past while, and much has occurred and been transcribed. Or just scribed. Among many other things, I've discovered the joys of owning a cell phone, and seeing minutes fly by in a relativistically disgusting manner. I think that cell phones warp space-time to the advantage of the phone companies. How else can something so small use up so much time and cost so much money? It's boggling. I have discovered something, though. Something that is vitally important for existence. It's so impactful, actually, that I think I would rate it above black holes, above all of astronomy class, and maybe, just maybe, even above chocolate chip cookies and ice cream on sunny Sunday afternoons. Yeah, it's that important.

Putting it simply: no matter how many gadgets you have to improve/facilitate connection with others, your social life will not change if you don't.

It churns out that our electronics merely act as an extension of our own conscience. If we're the type that sat by our phone in the olden days (or doors if you are even older than phones) waiting for someone to call, the only difference between today and then is that instead of sitting around and waiting, you'll be walking around anxiously while repeating to yourself: "Why isn't anyone calling me? I'm a loser!" Well, hopefully you aren't doing that, but I sure did.

Whenever I used to walk into my house, the first thing out of my lips (after the cordial greeting of loving parents and all that warm fuzzilicious stuff) would be "did anyone call for me?" Does that make me sound like a girl? I hope not, because the truth is I still do it, even though I'm now the owner of a cellular device meant to make my life so much more gratifying and instantaneous. I barely know how to wait for anything anymore, now that I don't have to. Anyway, the point is feminine or not, I really do/did ask all the time if someone had called for me.

You lovely ladies might be thinking "what a slob-always waiting for the girl to call, never taking the initiative to make the first call." I really so no reason to defend myself, seeing as in my experience I'm not the only offender in this regard, and when was the last time YOU went out on a limb to show special regard for someone? Huh? Huh?*

Anyway, my point was not to complain. My point is that people don't change when they have new technology. I discovered this one day as I sat in my room, thinking about and looking at my cell phone. "This was expensive" I thought. "What the heckola is it doing for me?" I sat, I looked, I willed someone to call me, text me, give me the shivers that are only slightly related to the vibration the phone makes (actually, it still creeps me out to have something vibrating in my pocket. I yelled at work the other day and was the proud recipient of some very odd looks) and then I suddenly realized "Hey, I can't expect anyone to call me if I don't call them!" So I called a friend of mine, just for the heck of it. And then I texted another person. And then I started a tradition of making at least one random text per day.

I admit, it's been a fun experience to do so. For the most part, people respond in a positive manner, and I feel good about myself. While it is true that as of yet I still don't get non-recall type calls, it doesn't really matter. I have discovered that, with cell phones and other stuff, what you send out you will get back.

And that is a long post for a really short discovery.

*I actually think it's admirable of girls to wait for guys to call, in case you were wondering. The changing dynamics of this world have me all confused about where exactly I draw the line, but I thought you'd like to know that really, guys can be awfully chicken. I know, I am one!