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.