This past week I added myself to the queue for the iphone 5S and I watched this (though I’m not entirely sure in what order):

It’s something I have thought about for awhile, our zombie-like-ness.

This is just sad.

But what really struck me was the idea that we have forgotten how to be alone. The minute we start to feel the “uh oh, I don’t know what to do with myself now” feeling, we seem to need to anesthetize it with texting, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest, etc.  It’s a temporary comfort, a dull, mildly satisfying experience… but at the expense of what?

“You never feel completely sad or completely happy…”

I often daydream of just deleting all of my accounts and going all Walden for awhile… but I know cutting myself off technology isn’t the solution either (it’s analogous to when my mom traded in McCain’s fries for quinoa – keen-what?! – 20+ years ago).

So for now, perhaps it’s even to just be conscious. The next time you check your Facebook account, ask yourself why.

mxo