The body part that is technology

A couple of people have asked me, “How come you don’t blog these days?”. Caught me quite by surprise actually, when it came from even the randomest of people. I experienced what I’m guessing is what celebrities feel when they walk the red carpet and people swoon at the sight of them, though to a much, much smaller scale. I didn’t let it get to the point where my ego developed an ego; just a small swelling on the side. I mean, you gotta massage your ego once in a while because your mother is not always around to do it.

The reason I do not blog much these days is because I have been preoccupied with quite a lot of things. Weighty things (at least in my opinion). Things I could not blog about because they were personal (and some perhaps a bit incriminating). If I had a personal journal I’d have written all about it there, but I don’t have one. Having a journal would have made my writing feel less relaxing and a lot more like homework. So I didn’t upload my thoughts on the Internet, because it is a bit disconcerting to have a guy with a name such as Swaggamasta98 or BigCheeksBovine leave a comment like ‘I know exactly what you mean!’. Plus there’s something about putting up personal stuff on the Internet that may one day come to bite you in the gluteus.

There were many times though when I had things I wanted to write down, but I never did because I didn’t have my computer with me, and I’m not used to blogging on the go. There’s something about twiddling your thumbs over a tiny keypad that makes you not want to write long stories. I’m assuming that’s how SMS language came about. That plus the fact that your characters are numbered. But that’s a story for another day. Even if I wanted to though, I couldn’t have blogged on my phone today because I forgot it at home. In this day and age, leaving your phone behind is a very big deal. It’s like having a part of you that’s missing; as if you walked out of hospital and left your heart behind. I’m curious, is that the same thing that people feel when they wake up from surgery where a dodgy doctor stole one of their kidneys to sell on the black market?? It’s a very valid question actually...do you feel like a part of you is elsewhere (literally)? I’d very much like to ask someone these questions, someone that has undergone these unthinkable horrors, but I don’t know how I’d go about it. First of all, how would I know who’s parts were stolen? It’s not like they walk around with a sign hanging from the neck saying ‘That guy stole my kidney’.  Plus I’m sure if I just walked up to someone and said “How does it feel to have half your liver stolen?” I’d be met with a slap. I have to find a politically correct way to ask those questions. Those are thoughts that I’ll leave to ponder...

The thing about mobile phones these days is that they’ve become such a necessity that you cannot afford not to have one. Do you know the trouble that one goes through when they want to meet someone somewhere yet they do not have a phone? It’s not something you want to experience, trust me. The hustle makes you wonder whether that person is really worth it. I wonder how cavemen used to live, without phones, internet, TV and all that. Such measly existence. No wonder they’d be out hunting and gathering all day. So that they wouldn’t get bored and want to watch TV or get on facebook.

Embrace technology today, and take care of yourself. Don’t let someone take your organs in your sleep. (But if you do get your organ stolen, please tell me how it feels.)

I lack the relevant song for this post, especially one that would remind you of missing body parts. I’m sure Lady Gaga isn’t far from writing such a song. This one is close enough though, especially how it starts.

Teeth - Lady Gaga
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-t_hLnhg_YY