My old phone died, got a new one, need all your #s again

I fucking hate cell phones. I keep mine on silent all the time, I refuse to be contacted as and when people feel like it. I like to retain the initiative.
 
Not so much as irritated by the possibility of always being available. I like people to appreciate me when they get to see me, as opposed to sharing my feelings and personality over something as banal as an electronic voice transmitter.
 
On that I most definitely agree. I've reached a point of sheer annoyance when people call, at times when I'm occupied, not in immediate possession of my phone, or plainly not interested in speaking with anyone; and said persons seem upset that I didn't answer. Yes, I do have a wireless phone. No, I'm under no obligation to answer it because someone went to the effort to speed dial my phone number. Strange how the paradigm has shifted.
 
I think we all lack enough human contact as it is. I think it's an apt to lament how generation after generation we become more and more distanced from each other. It is of course Ironic, but I think the case remains quite solid. Futureshock, indeed.
 
Yes, at a Wagnerian level. Epic avoidance of human contact and friendliness. I actually go out of my way to be overly courteous day to day just for the sheer novelty, and the fact that the world needs more of it. I also try to make children cry by staring at them.




I've got layers, damnit.
 
Yep. Fire those nicely chopped bad-boys into a fine Omelette with their friends Mr Red and Green pepper, add a little mozzarella, season with black pepper. Present to lady friend with an affection for Omelette, get laid. Drink some whisky afterwards, maybe discuss the transcendent nature of the world, tell her she makes the world feel different, in a good way. Put on some Miles Davis, maybe get laid again. Drink some more whisky and then fall sweetly into her arms as the sweet rhapsody of an ineffable connection lulls you into the dream world.

I'm an optimist, though.