Check up

Disturbing...why does one worry about the wellbeing of people that are more than probably perfectly fine, only don't want to pick up the phone, or send a txt or anything.
What happened to the leave a message after the beep?
Desperation to know if a person is alive and well is really unhealthy, specially considering that with the incorporation of cell phones as appendixes, and such "communication tools", we have become more and more irritable to lack of communication. Why?
Because it really is sooo easy, texting is like brushing yr teeth, you can even do it while you brush your teeth, make breakfast, bunjee jump or whatever, but people don't. You're just waiting to know if whoever it is you're calling has cracked his/her head like a watermelon against concrete, or has overdosed or had an intoxication issue the previous night.
Truth is, wanting to know if sby is ok is more and more often thought to be an invasion of privacy.

How? When did the "check up" become a visit to the dentist? Unwanted, nagging, time consuming, painful....etc.

I wish I knew.

But I'm still gonna nag people I love to know how they are, :D just cause I care, and in my world, caring is importante, no matter who it is you're caring for.

Afuckingdorable

Random

Tom tilted the tame tortoise trying to take tiny taped tokens to torment the tumbling tangerine, they took turns tossing the tortoise, taking the tokens that trashed towards the tiles.
Tammy tried to tell them the tokens tore. Tears trickled, Tom took the tortoise's tokens to the table, tried to tape them together.
The task took time, til they tied the torn tokens to the tortoise.

Don dragged drapes down dimensions, drooling dark drops directly dooming dinosaurs. Dennis daily dropped dimes, dreading dizzy days, distracting Danny's dog during dinner. Danny's dog destroyed Don's drapes, disgusting Dennis, disturbing Don. Darn day.

Cameron cooked celestial crab cakes, cinnamon casserole, catching crooked carrots, coriander, cranberries... Crystal couldn't cook, corrupted Cameron's crabcakes' contents' constistence, crazily cramming cold custard completely covering crab cake containers. Cookies crushed, crumbs covering countertops.

Sticky Senseless Somethings

I've got a delirious obsession with post it notes...
There are exactly...21 post it notes stuck on my desk.
Colourful. Small. Tidily set almost with the same distance in between each and every one of them.
I never let two of the same colour next to each other.
I try to make a nice colour jumble say, green, orange, yellow, hot pink, orange, green, orange, yellow, orange, hot pink...
Or maybe hot pink, green, yellow, orange, hot pink, green , hot pink, green, yellow.
The funny part is, as structured as I am with those kinds of things...I can't seem to make my bedroom look less than a war zone...and more like somewhere you can actually sleep, or sit in.
I'm currently sleeping in my sister's former bedroom, new guest room, cause there is no way I can use the bed in my room.
No way...
Besides, I don't wanna sleep in it for a while.
Back to post it notes though, I just love them.
I mean, they are sooooo helpful...unless they fall, stick to a dirty carpet and take everything that made the carpet dirty on them...disgusting.
The sticky part is awesome too...it actually sticks to almost everything, skin not recommended, cause it doesn't last long, but then you can peel them off without leaving a trace...
Not like bandaids.
Bandaids leave a nasty line where the goo used to be on your skin and you've got to rub (the tender, torn skin around the injury) to get it out...shitty little pieces of sticky crap.
Glue is something that I never got along with...it usually ruins anything you were planning to make tidy and perfect...paper gets moist and wrinkles, if it goes out through the sides or something than you mess everything up. I you use too little it doesn't stick, if you use too much it's goo hell.
It's so awesome that someone came up with the idea of glue in a bar. It makes things a lot easier for us crazy maniacs to have perfect lovely flawless works of art.

Well, so, I've got a delirious obsession with post it notes. But what do I care?

Acute - "Social Ambiguousnessitis"

People have recently become part of a diseased community, affected by the rare disease I call: "Social Ambiguousnessitis".

What, you might wonder, is this disease all about?

Well...it is, in fact pretty simple.

People don't know anyone anymore.

To make this text a little less...obsolete...let me tell you why I say this.

Everyone is stuck to the TV, the cellphone, computer, ("Mac or PC?" - jeez)
Let's go, oh no, let's wait another half hour cause I'm waiting to see if the guy I like is attending the party I'm going to on facebook and he hasn't replied yet so...

Oh.... my....lord...

Have we seriously absorbed such a tech handicap that we can no longer relate with people unless it is through channels?

There used to be a time when if u wanted to, say, see sby, you called their home number.
Or rang a doorbell...

How long has it been since you last rang a freaking doorbell?

A couple years?

It's better to text, right?
from the door...

"Hey!, I'm downstairs, care to open the door?"...
And the douche upstairs doesn't come down and open...before doing that you receive a text saying:
"I'll be right down" and then they come...

Awesome dude...

Ever noticed how you get home...and check a thousand channels to see who left you a message?

Send me a fucking postcard.

I'll probably receive it faster than the email u sent to my personal windows live account cause I've got it for msn but check it randomly every 3 or 4 days, you can send it to any of the others I've got, cause y'know, I've got six email addresses I remember...maybe more, but six...

SIX?!

wtf am I thinking?

I've got two blogs, 6 email addresses, facebook, twitter, myspace, sonico, msn, the windows live profile, badoo, and several other useless social channels that turn you into the least social person in the world.

How?

How many hours are consumed checking emails, blogs, social networks, text messages, and, the allmighty answering machine (on yr cell, your office number, your home number, and others)?

There's only so much time per day...

so...

Instead of hanging round your house moping waiting for the phone to ring, msn to tingle, facebook chat to pop! or notifications to appear in any of these shitty things...

Put your shoes on...and go visit a friend...

Worse thing that can happen, is he's not home.

(If that is the case, go read a book, have some coffee or something...or if you're not a loner, do, please call a friend and ask them out for coffee....but no texting. a good old "hey man, wanna get together?" yeah where? "bar right across the street from yr place?, say in....half an hour?"Sure, "Cool, see ya there", See ya.

Wave, smile "Heeeeeey dudeeee"

Communicating is important.
Talking is important.
Seeing your face when you talk is important.
Showing affection is important.

Enjoy life, and people in it...both of them have an expiration date.