Today started like every other day. I woke up to the sound of my phone gyrating in its cradle. I lazily opened my eyes to see the same telemarketer number calling me just like it has been for the past month or so. I reach over and grab it from its home and delve immediately into my virtual life.
Facebook does as it was intended; making me feel bad on a social and spiritual level. No new messages, no new friends, and maybe an invite to a gathering that I never will ever go to.
Twitter rarely fails to, at the very least, give me an early morning chuckle. I swipe through and find nothing really too interesting. People I don't know telling me things I shouldn't care about. That is the life of a Twitter junkie.
Check my emails. Nothing but advertisements from companies that I have already given copious amounts of money to. I always wait for something magical to show up, that will fill my heart wit joy and happiness and start my life down a new road. That email never exists for me and I know its weird for me to even think that way.
I wait until the screen fades to black and then roll out of bed. The new house is quiet and cold. I move without thinking turning on all the electronic devices that seem to drive my life. The Xbox hums impatiently as my computer informs me that my virus definitions have been updated. I pour myself a glass of whatever is easiest and plop down in front of my computer screen. Usually I spend at least 2 hours navigating the world wide web until it gets too much for me. I see too many people doing too many amazing things that I just admire from a distance. I have always wanted to be those people. Be someone to inspire, to give hope, to maybe inform and start on going conversations about life and all its mysteries. But I just sit and watch and wait for life to show me what I am supposed to do.
But today was different somehow. For some reason today when I woke up I had about two million different ideas of what I wanted to do today, next week, this month, this year. I felt the spark of inspiration and my hands have shown me that they can and are willing to help get me to my dreams. Today was different, not good, not bad, just different. I hope this is the start of something good for me and to be honest with you all, I have Ze Frank to thank for all of it.
Facebook does as it was intended; making me feel bad on a social and spiritual level. No new messages, no new friends, and maybe an invite to a gathering that I never will ever go to.
Twitter rarely fails to, at the very least, give me an early morning chuckle. I swipe through and find nothing really too interesting. People I don't know telling me things I shouldn't care about. That is the life of a Twitter junkie.
Check my emails. Nothing but advertisements from companies that I have already given copious amounts of money to. I always wait for something magical to show up, that will fill my heart wit joy and happiness and start my life down a new road. That email never exists for me and I know its weird for me to even think that way.
I wait until the screen fades to black and then roll out of bed. The new house is quiet and cold. I move without thinking turning on all the electronic devices that seem to drive my life. The Xbox hums impatiently as my computer informs me that my virus definitions have been updated. I pour myself a glass of whatever is easiest and plop down in front of my computer screen. Usually I spend at least 2 hours navigating the world wide web until it gets too much for me. I see too many people doing too many amazing things that I just admire from a distance. I have always wanted to be those people. Be someone to inspire, to give hope, to maybe inform and start on going conversations about life and all its mysteries. But I just sit and watch and wait for life to show me what I am supposed to do.
But today was different somehow. For some reason today when I woke up I had about two million different ideas of what I wanted to do today, next week, this month, this year. I felt the spark of inspiration and my hands have shown me that they can and are willing to help get me to my dreams. Today was different, not good, not bad, just different. I hope this is the start of something good for me and to be honest with you all, I have Ze Frank to thank for all of it.