“On a night when bad dreams become a screamer,
When they’re messin’ with the dreamer,
I can laugh it in the face,
Twist and shout my way out,
And wrap yourself around me,
‘Cos I ain’t the way you found me.
And I’ll never be the same,…”
You Make My Dreams
Hall And Oates
I have come to the sad realization that there are certain things that transpire, that are seemingly innocent, but bears witness to where we stand today. One of those things is almost innocuous to the naked eye. Let me explain….
I do believe, after a certain amount of cursory study, that most thirty-year-olds and below now have broken glass screens on their Iphones and Androids. Why this is, I may or may not know.
The screens still operate. They still do the same thing that they always did….but they are indeed broken. They have the same spider vein cracks going through the glass. But they keep operating.
But why is it that people basically under thirty have this dynamic going on with their phones when people over thirty do not? I can only speculate. And this is my speculation.
There seems to be an attitude of that, “It’s not that important. If it breaks, it breaks. What are you gonna do?”
I wish I had that kinda attitude. It’s a fault of my own making. My ass would be in a pucker should I break the glass on my iphone. The problem with me is that, of course, I am so anal retentive.
I think, in all honestly, that I wouldn’t rest until it was fixed. They, however, carry on like the post apocalyptic generation that they are.
(The apocalypse took place when Obama refused to close the borders and when that dude in Syria lost his head….James Foley. That was the pre-apocalypse actually…the apocalypse occurred a few day later…. )