I read in Marie-Claire that a new addiction among sex, drugs, and alcohol is checking your email 100 times a day (I think texting falls under this as well). An incoming email cues the same dopamine kick “as a win at the blackjack table.” I think I check my email minimally five times a day; facebook probably a lot more than I would like to admit. I deactivate my facebook now and then to force communication the real way, but it’s hard to keep it away when I want to drop a quick line to a friend without the confrontation of a phone call (isn’t that sad?). I feel like I’d be more ballsy about it if everyone just deactivated themselves away from it. And then maybe people would start knocking on each other’s doors to come out and play. Conversely, I am glad I characteristically neglect my phone and its texts (when I’m not expecting to be contacted).
Maybe we will all end up like the silly, fat humans who drink pizza in Wall-E. (Maybe I should stop making real life references to Disney movies.)
Changing subjects- I had great pre-birthday-days. Two-days before my birthday, I met up with Lindsay at the Red Oak Café off of Forbes in Oakland. We talked about how we think the same about agriculture, climate change, food shortages, human conflict and all the things that I can’t discuss on this blog very well. And then we compared the colors of our neon nail polish. I love the food there and I like the painting in the bathroom of the café. It says something to the lines of “Happiness is not the goal, it is the journey.”
So I suppose I am trucking my way through happiness. I guess then my goals are (for this month): walking my dog every day, kissing my boyfriend ten times a day, and going to bed at a decent hour.
Buenas.
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