Put Down That Phone

Once upon a time, I swore I’d never be
like these people I saw having dinner,
every one of them staring at their phones
instead of talking to each other

but now, what can I say,
but I’ve become just like them,
too busy to look up from my phone display
as I wait for another notification.

We’ve lost the ability to speak,
too immersed in our virtual worlds
where we chat in emoji,and swap pictures of cats
even as reality around us unfurls

to reveal nothing but emptiness ,
no more of the connections that used to matter
the way souls become real by being present
for we’re too lost in all the technological chatter.

Daily Prompt

Look Who Made It on RT Reviews’ Wattpad Top 5 For July!

 

I woke up this morning to some good news and bad news. The bad news: someone  charged the most awful looking Hugo Boss shoes size 7M to my account which I promptly cancelled as I removed  that darn One-Click option that links your credit cards to your account. 

The good news: my current work-in-progress novel Collateral which I’m serializing on Wattpad live (I write and post as I go) is one of RT Book Reviews Top 5 romance reads for July.  

The bad news? The pressure… eek!

Losing Myself

 

Sometimes I wonder what goes through his mind during moments like this. 

What is he thinking?  

It is during these moments that I simply have to let go and accept that some days I don’t know anything at all – I just have to go with the flow and not lose myself any deeper into the perfection depicted in the rest of the world.

Un-Pretty

I read somewhere that looking at beautiful and happy people who are way cooler than you on social media can leave a person depressed. I remember scoffing at that because the only social media for me has been Twitter (not too many pictures there), Wattpad (we’re writers so there are more words than anything) and occasionally, Facebook (to catch up with family back home though I can never forget my brother, a former fashion photographer, say that we were an ugly bunch – maybe he was joking but it stuck).

Anyway, all that was before I fell right into the rabbit hole that is Instagram. And after looking at picture after picture of people who are obviously way cooler than I am with their flawless selfies, and where one man’s picture of his big toe can get thousands of likes because even his big toe is way cooler than me, it hit me:  I’m totally not worthy!

So yesterday instead of another drop-dead model or beautiful person constantly pouting (it’s kinda the in thing, I guess), I decided I’d draw someone I actually knew – like, in real life.  Someone really cool and approachable. She’s not perfect but as far as I know she’s as real as they come.

Me.

Misery

I’ve come to realize time and time again
that there are simply way too many people
too miserable for their own good
and so they spread misery like glitter
hoping it will stick, reassuring them
that they’re not alone
in the misery
that makes them sick

They blabber on about nothing
and complain about everything
under the sun, and as long as
there’s someone there to listen to them,
they’ll keep going on like an empty drum
Just drumming about, with nothing useful
to say, just drumming about
all damn day.

I wish I could tell these people,  one from the other
but on the internet, it’s quite tough to do
and so you end up learning as you go
thinking you’re trying to be helpful
only they don’t want your help
they only want you to commiserate with them
hoping it will catch you like glitter
and you’ll turn into one of them.

Daily Prompt: The Social Network

Do you feel like you “get” social media, or do you just use it because that’s where all your friends and family are?

Being a Gemini, I’m all about communication.  I majored in Communication and I just love being able to communicate my thoughts and ideas as long as there’s someone willing to listen.

But when it’s two in the morning and my mind is still racing with thoughts and ideas and your boyfriend, after a marathon of sex and all he wants to do is sleep and all I want to do is talk, asks me, “Do you ever sleep?” then that’s when I realized that I needed an outlet other than what real life could give me.

Apparently there wasn’t enough communicating in real life as much as I would have wanted.  With or without sex.

So years and years ago, I mastered Myspace and Friendster, then came Facebook – only with Facebook I realized that I was about to get to know the very people I was so happy to leave behind in high school and barely remembered.

Only now, they were back and Facebook was THE platform to be in.

Then there is Twitter –  and for almost two to three years, I had a Twitter account for my massage therapist persona – only to realize that if there’s a massage therapist on Twitter, it doesn’t mean that she’ll be talking about massage because she’s probably busy massaging some client or getting her real life business going.  So there really wasn’t a lot of time socializing.

And after two years of watching all this unfold on my timeline, all condensed in 160 characters, I realized that tweeting as a massage therapist boiled down to one word:  boring.

Hell, I’d rather hang out with my FB friends, the same ones I couldn’t have cared less back in high school.

So last October, I finally started a Twitter account for fun.  At first it was just about writing – I got myself a pretty simple twitter name, Morrighansmuse – but then I found that if I followed just writers, all I was ever going to get on my timeline were tips about writing or sales pitches about their books and again, it bordered on that one word again – boring.

What’s social media without the “social” part of it?

And so I decided to seek out people who shared something that I was interested in at the time.  I typed in ‘yarn’ and ‘knitting’ and even ‘spinning wool’ but I already knew most of these people from another online social media platform, Ravelry.

Why the hell would I need Twitter to talk about yarn – and worse, condense it into 160 characters?  Twitter obviously does not understand knitters – because we can talk and talk and talk, even while we knit.  So Twitter is mostly a secondary media platform and I really did not want to talk yarn on Twitter.

So I tried another search.  At that time, I had just discovered Richard Armitage through BBC North & South, and so I typed his name in the search box and found the Armitage Army – the Twitter contingent.  Apparently there are many other contingents out there – IMDB, C19, the Real Armitage Army…the list goes on and on.

What’s interesting about social media, as I’m discovering now that I tweet and blog more for fun than I used to in the past, is that I’m actually having more fun doing it.  And in doing it, I actually have learned so much more about it while having fun.

Social media has finally become what it says – social media.

These days, I don’t just tweet with other people about Mr. Armitage.  I’ve met people who do art, who write exquisitely with vintage fountain pens, who create beautiful works of fairies and unicorns and dragons, who do their best to practice kindness each and everyday (though there are those who do their darnedest to do just the opposite) and who make me laugh or smile every time I’m online.

I’ve also finally learned how to use Twitter and master the 160 word limit and practice tact when others forget the meaning of the word – for even online, it’s important to still be polite.

And most of all, when hubby now asks me at three in the morning, “do you ever sleep?” I can simply turn on my iPad and socialize in the virtual world.

But one thing that surprised me the most about all this media socializing is this – as much as social media is all about communication in virtual networks and communities, where ideas are transmitted primarily through keystrokes and mouse clicks, it’s brought me back to the simple forms of communicating, back when computers were gigantic and the postman’s arrival was a main event for most people.

I’m actually getting real honest-to-g*d snail mail.

And that is quite awesome!

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