I Blame You, Steve Jobs*.

This morning I realized - rather - this morning I finally admitted the factually annoying notion into my conscience that technology blows.

We as a society have become so dependent on the non-human. Forced to rely on hard drives and always seeking further distanced communication, the electronic gods seem to be against me (or maybe it's just my hormones, but I'd like to think else-wise).

It's interesting how much of an effect said technological objects have over us. For example, I was told I was getting a call last night. I waited. And waited. And waited. And got tired. I decided to send a text message instead, stating that I was going to bed and hoped all was well.

I waited for a reply back. And waited. And waited.

Then fell asleep. I woke up this morning, seeking some sort of notification on my phone. Negative.

Within that time span of about 9 hours, I couldn't help but become disheartened. I couldn't help but become upset simply by an inanimate object (or is it?) staring at me with nothing to say.

Turns out, calls were made and texts were sent, but I unfortunately didn't receive them, all the more reason for myself to be justifiably frustrated. Which, in turn, induces even more discontentment due to the manipulative emotive hold the iPhone has on me.

I'm not quite sure on how to break this pattern, especially since phones have become revolutionary, so much so that majority of individuals own at least one here in the United States. Businesses would surely face tremendous losses, humanity would go ape at the mere conception of having face to face interactions, and the world would cease to exist as we know it**. I suppose I could try to not use my phone for a week, but then other means would be relied upon - gchat, skype, email, only adding to the possibility of malfunction, miscommunication, and furthermore, disappointment. And the vicious cycle ensues.

"It has become appallingly obvious that our technology has exceeded our humanity."

Cheers.

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* Head of Apple. I blame you for all my problems.
** It's called sarcasm. Forty years ago there were no cell phones, life was personable, individuals survived, and might I add it was more prominent for women to be housewives.

Mess With The Bull, You Get Gored.

I suppose we should call this relationship week (or month, potentially), because it's recently been brought to my attention the vast amount of individuals who are being unfaithful.

Now, in order to do your partner dirty, there needs to be a stable definition of what that exactly qualifies the notion. To some, cheating is considered as anything that you wouldn't want to tell your partner, and should they find out, drastic things may occur (such as throwing objects, hurling fists, or even the torturous silent treatment) such as ultimately ending the coupling. There's also the additive of mental vs. physical, with the prior being deemed as the greater sin. Whatever you're doing, be it emotionally attached to another or poontangin' it behind doors, stop.

First of all, I have no patience with this. I don't quite understand the point of being in a relationship if you'd rather be with someone else. Or, for that matter, why you would stay in a partnership when you feel it's a-o-k to want to find happiness elsewhere. Second of all, what's the point? Why not be reasonable, mature and end it, rather then drastically damaging your reputation and credibility, not to mention mentally impairing the spirit of the significant other. The implications that come with making the conscious (yes, conscious) decision (yes, decision, because nobody is forcing you) are usually not part of the thought process when said choice is in motion. Being inconsiderately selfish, you, cheating world, cause immense soul-bruising and potential long term effects. Moreover you've* officially fallen into the "once a cheater, always a cheater" category - welcome, I hope you enjoy your stay. Fortuantely, for those who have enough self-respect after they've been cheated on, your apologies have no effect, although your presence has a new one (and it's not positive).

When I'm with someone, it's simply because I don't want to be with anybody else. I'm with someone because I couldn't imagine, nor want to imagine, being with another individual who appreciates my sarcasm or ridiculous need to drive with my foot on the dash. I feel that the people who are unfaithful impair those that are, especially since it's so common; Relationships have diverged from a wholesome, emotionally connected theology to one that requires less juncture and more protectively egocentric dispositions. But luckily, there is hope: trust. It's a funny thing - trust. It's hard to give and easy to lose, but is an act that is vital in order to maintain a successful relationship. Trust that they're yours, you're theirs, and in that finding a sense of worth, a sense of contentment.

I feel for the people that are the victims, yet, in a twisted way I also feel for those who I've been screeching at this entire post: for their lack of mentality and concern for others. Regrettably, Darwin's natural selection hasn't quite kicked in yet, but beware.

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* I apologize for all the "you" references, it's not directed at you personally, unless you've cheated. Then it is.