I miss the old days where sometimes we’re just not available, a time when nobody’s home. Oh, yeah it’s great! The cell phones the internet, emails, IMs, chats, texts, Skype, Facebook, Twitter, YouTube, … YouTwitFace, or whatever it was that Conan O’Brien came up with. We’re all connected 24/7. … Hooooraaay …
It’s all well and good until you have that friend that gets upset because you didn’t text back right away or didn’t answer your cell, or something or other of the sort. You’re forced then to make up a big enough excuse, a big enough reason that would negate any hurt feelings that your friend may possibly have, because telling them that you wanted some alone time lounging in the sun on your balcony drinking mojitos with mint grown in your own garden while listening to the Buena Vista Social Club just isn’t a good enough reason not to answer your cell.
Why do we do this to ourselves and to other people? Why does there have to be some overriding circumstance for us not to answer our cell, text, or the front door for that matter! Why do we expect the worse when there’s a delayed or no response? As if they are conspiring with the evil minions of the 7th ring of Hell to take down your very existence and use it to rip apart the universe as we know it! MY GOODNESS! HOW DARE THEY! … *sigh*… Just because we can, doesn’t mean we have too, in any regard. We all deserve to be unavailable from time to time without the guilt & pressure of being connected.
So if you call me and I don’t answer, you might find me in the 7th ring of Hell. Apparently I have work to do!
The 3rd Coyote 