millennial binkie

A woman in what were once called Toreador Pants (calf-length) passed by the porch this morning at about 7:15. She seemed to be in the 50-60's bomb zone. Salt-and-pepper hair, etc. Out for a cardio walk, my mind assessed... a purposeful walk ... not too strenuous, yet purposeful. She had a bag over one shoulder and held a cell phone, face up, in her left hand, as if she didn't want to miss a call or text or Tweet.

A cell phone in hand.

A cell phone. The binkie of the millennial era. Another contributor to the aloofness of the internet.

In "The Dhammapada," there is a line that goes something like, "if you find no equal or better in life,  then go alone. Loneliness is preferable to the company of fools."

A millennial binkie.

The aloofness of the internet and its adjuncts.

Ironic to think that when cell phones first started to gain traction, kids were daft-in-love with them and parents were delighted to have a surreptitious way to track the little darlings. Parents thought perhaps they had found the perfect spy tool. Now it is the ones once called parents who are hooked on this fake-o tit. The mother's milk of human relationships dwindles and dims ... hell, we've got our 'friends' on Facebook.

A millennial binkie.

The aloofness of the internet.

It doesn't mean loneliness is easy. It just means you don't have to be an asshole about it.