Friday, October 15, 2010
We Chase Misprinted Lies, We Face The Path Of Time
Sometimes I just wanna rip out my hair.
Do you guys ever get sick of it? Internet, Facebook, emails, messages, Twitter, forums, cell phones, texts, BBM, blogs, etc, etc...
It can be too much; sometimes we're just too connected by technology.
It's hard to escape, and information is overly accessible. You end up finding things you wanted to avoid, seeing things you don't want to see, and knowing too much. Or, you give away too much of yourself (yeah, yeah - I have a blog. I know I'm guilty.)
A part of me would welcome the chance to get away from it. All of it. Head up north and disconnect. No TV, no internet, no cell phone. No updates every five seconds from friends and strangers alike.
I'd love to sit by the lake and write in a spiral notebook. Go fishing. Sit around a bonfire with an acoustic guitar and good friends. Go on hikes all afternoon without worrying about missing phone calls and messages.
Maybe I won't ever move away indefinitely. But one day I'll have had enough, and just need to run away for awhile.
And, of course, I'd bring my best bitch.
Who's with me?