you, you, and you have all got mail.

I have a suggestion to disconnect ourselves, our minds, so that we can reconnect. We walk, run, bike, eat, some of us pee, study, etc. of countless other activities with some sort of device leached on to our being that beeps, vibrates, rings, and/or sounds off our favorite tunes. We must answer this beckoning call because if we don't, some evil thing in our head, something very scary, some impulse that has developed and advanced along with the technology that we crave will attack us and morbidly destroy our lives. 

When I was reading a newspaper today, I counted the word connect in its original state and its variety of endings four times on one page. Propaganda to stay in touch much?

With our phones, mini-computers, and digital music libraries all stashed in our back pockets majority of the day, our thoughts are interrupted, incomplete, and ultimately suppressed. While walking out of class, I overheard some girls' conversation about being tired and having no reason to be due to adequate sleep and a thumbs up result from the the doctor. Perhaps you can relate. We allow ourselves to dish out constant conversation and "connectedness" that we forget to just be. We are tired of being connected and we don't even realize this.

At times, I let my phone just wither beyond the red danger, no battery zone until it croaks. So now the battle is your...dun dun dun. Try turning your phone and tunage off and saying "goodbye" to your computer for the day. Admire the presence of complete, well-rounded thoughts. Feel the autumn breeze rosy up your cheeks, stop and stare at the trees that are colorfully succumbing to mother nature's will. Reinvent what it is to connect.