My Modern life ...

I can’t tell if it’s me or just the people close to me but these things are getting harder. I don’t know if it’s our new modern life. Everything was getting bigger. The cost of education, our salaries and our need for materials, the way that we raise our children all have gotten bigger, with presumption that it is better. Our appetite have grown, our need to win can’t be subdued and our expectations stretching farer and farer from the truth of our daily lives. But there seems to be one buck in this trend, our families, our support network, and our friend groups seem to be getting smaller. Yeah, people in generation and younger have all sorts of devices and websites to communicate. All though we can conquer the digital divide, we still need connection, face to face, in person, I can smell what you had dinner, time with other people. I read an interesting article in the news the recently, almost half of Americans are on mood altering drugs. So… most of us can’t cope. Is that want I’m meant to gleam from that nugget of information? In the same vein, there was an article in the New York Times talking about there is a crisis mental health center in college campus. The article made it seem like they are in triage all the time …

We don’t need bigger … We don’t need faster … We just need better. But it seems like we don’t truly understand what that means. I think we simply need to connect in person, with people more… We, people can literally be answer to this modern sense of a less personable world. We are social creatures; we have to make sure that our lives reflect that.

And this time of year is a perfect time to practice it. We most go forth and love, hug, and kiss our way thru this world.

I talk in circles, write in circles, ride in circles thus I clearly think in circles. Does anyone every think in squares?

What I wish I said to her ...

I know that this is highly unusual... but I have been thinking about kissing all week. I saw you on Monday, and I could do is kiss you on the cheek. I have not cursed a fever blister so much to date. Since that moment, I'm embarrassed to admit that this has dominated my thoughts.

So, this is why I pulled you aside from your friend that is waiting for us. I'm mildly curious to think about what she thinks we are discussing. So be it for first impressions…

What I know is that I can’t sit through this performance without a kiss. For I know if it doesn't happen, it will continue to affect my ability to focus on anything that will be in front of me.

Can you help me? It will only take a moment. But it will free from a prison of something I have been yearning for. I will be able to focus on the performance that we are about to see. If you make me wait till, to the end of the evening, I will have to petition the Geneva Convention to add this torture to it known list of cruel and unusual punishments.

Help me...