Crackberries and Androids.. and the Apple Man.

Ahh.. my first "post"....to my first "blog". Does this require an introduction? No way, anyone interested enough to read this blog along with the ones that follow it know how extremely entertaining my life can be. Is that not why they call it life? So, welcome, you get to read..everyday what happens in this CHAOS.

It's funny to me that I like to consider myself "the victim" of the things that happen to me in my life. Now, that can't be fair. Surely, in some past life i've done something to deserve the consistent annoyances that haunt me. For instance, I spent an hour at the bank last night begging for money to cover a possible overdraft situation, only to be denied and sent away, at which point I was forced to write a check for my lasagna for two. And although I like to blame Wells Fargo for their failure to meet my needs, surely somehow the decision making "devils" that live within me had something to do with this. I bought too much food, drank too much beer, something somewhere along the way caused this to happen to me and now i'm forced to make the best of my situation. :) Someone..somewhere has it much worse, as mom reminds me.

So, onto explaining the title of my post for today, what is it about our cell phones that keep us so locked in? I'm equally as guilty as Apple Man, but is it necessary to check ALL 200 messages that come across? The first couple dates for any two newly interested people is always uncomfortable, but doesn't it only make it worse to feel that one or the other of you comes across as too distracted? And then you find yourself thinking, "who are they talking to?"... "it kinds seems like they're on their way out... is it something I said or did?". So the crackberries and androids that keep us so in tune with the outside world are actually the vehicle through which much of our drownding self confidence enters our awareness. For the purpose of keeping my "friend" anonymous, I will call him Apple Man, and only my roommate Katie will know why :)

So, then I wake up trying to decide whether or not I am supposed to mention to Apple that "he sure did seem pretty distracted". Is that going to portray me as "the needy girl"? Because I am, and I am still on the hunt for a way to hide it.! Perhaps I'm supposed to act like I don't care? Why is it that I always find myself trying to examine how i'm supposed to act, before I act?

So, moral of the story, I think I will try to keep my crackberry put away when hanging out with old and new friends alike.

And I know you're wondering.. so i'll share that I did mention something to A, and he did tell me that next time we spend time together, he won't let his phone come between us. Also, i'll need to let the lasagna sit a bit longer, too hot, and such a mess!