Sunday Afternoon Babbles

I rarely have free idyllic afternoons. Weekday afternoons are spent in the clinic with either SAM on-hand crushing them damn candies or buried in a paperback with an occasional owl-shaped bookmark peeping through the pages. Saturday afternoons usually find me on my feet, walking from one place to another being the only day where I can energize with cheap-to-free getaways. Sunday afternoons catch me in bed, dozing off or still reading a book or probably finishing of an episode of 'Friends' but there are rare times that endless refreshing of Facebook news feed and Twitter timeline bring no new posts (or particularly interesting ones) that lead to an idyllic and often introspection-inducing afternoons. Pretty much like the one I am spending right now.

That's a pretty wordy and nonsense way of opening an entry which is composed of nothing but babbles, ramblings and random blabbers of a bored mind. Hey, that's the core of my very blog: brain farts! 

Ripping her out!

It's been a while since I've posted something in this account because I've made another one where I share my travel experiences (not that many, mind you) in a meager budget and even more meager schedule. Too sappy and feels-brimming posts have found refuge in my personal journal so none of them around here anymore (so far). Actually, I have written nothing for almost a while, the last one being the short story I have yet to put more content or simply to be content with what I have right now. This post is nothing but a constipated brain fart seeking liberation from the dreary and sluggish state of my mind right now. Let it rip or suffer the possible consequences, so they say. So I'm letting her rip her air out.

Hi, can we talk?

Been reminded of the dying out of personal social communication due to increasing use of communication via Internet (ironically) by a friend's Facebook post and a Gizomodo article. Even my sources for this issue are from the very root of it. Well, not entirely since social media is just part and parcel of the Internet's entirety. Communication via Internet has promised to "keep people closer" by "closing the geographical gaps" between people. True enough, Skype calls bring families of overseas workers with their loved ones despite hundreds or thousands of miles keeping them apart. 

But have we foreseen the loss of social communication in the now? Couples may be on a date but the girl is shopping for clothes in Lazada.com while the guy checks on his stocks online. A group of friends may be out for dinner but they would rather glue their eyes to their respective smartphones and/or tablets. Sometimes, the only words they say to their friends are words of agreement to make sure they take a picture of their dinner before eating them while so doing their best to contort themselves to take a good angle to satiate the hunger of their Instagram followers.

Personal experience and observations from my frequent people-watching activities can attest to this sad phenomenon. Internet indeed keep people closer online but also "keeps us out of touch from one another" in the now. 

Possible future scenario.
I DON'T WANT TO GET THAT FAT!

I sometimes fall victim to this trap and sometimes let myself fall into it. How can a shy introvert person like me even initiate small talk so as to nibble on this overly-sized problem? I'm a no one who can never solve this on my own but if a lot of "no one's" nibble at the same time on this big-ass dilemma, maybe we can make a difference? My friends and I have yet to try doing this nifty trick of placing our phones in a stack and whoever gets their phone from the stack first has to pay for a bill or treat a bucket of booze. I hope we don't get disconnected from real life just because we're connected online. There is more to life than Internet. Our ancestors lived to enjoy the now of their lifetimes even before the advent of so much technology. Perhaps we, too, can enjoy our own now. So drop that phone, close that laptop and turn off that tablet and initiate a conversation to the person next to you. Who knows what you guys can make of this 'connection'.










Says the hypocrite who wrote all these in front of a laptop and content to dealing with his champorado than to actually talk to a live human being.