Wall of Confusion

That's what the world is today, hey, hey.

I'm entering this from 30 thousand feet. A lady next to me is on her laptop, some folks are listening to Ipods and here in first class we have movie screens in the seats. All amazing technology and I'm as big a junkie as the next guy but it seems we no longer interface with humans anymore.

Handwritten notes? Forget it, I don't think I can even write anymore now that I use a keyboard for everything. And we text and call so much that my guess is the days of the late night phone calls for kids are gone as well. I have to believe it was a more simple fun time then. Waiting with your pillow over the phone because you were not supposed to have calls after a certain hour.

I understand all this but it remains confusing just the same. It is in its simpest form why I like bars, especially since the smoking laws are in effect. At some point there is going to be human interaction, you are going to hear stories, some funny some sad, but your going to know that not all struggles are yours alone. Everyone has a bill to pay, a mouth to feed or a significant other who wishes they were anywhere but on that bar stool. Some will make you laugh others will make you cry, but for me I'm living that moment with them at that moment and in that I find comfort. Perhaps its the only child in me who kept so much and by the way, continues to keep so much inside.

I woke up angry at the world today, its happening more and more lately. Which also contributes to my confusion. I'm doing better than many and the future is so bright I have to wear shades but things just always seem so confusing at times. Yes, I know I'm contributing to the pussification of America.

Its weird but for some bizarre reason the following song lyric comes to mind. "Where have you gone Joe Dimaggio a lonely nation turns her eyes toward you"

Perhaps that equates to that simpler time of days gone by?

Back when people still wrote letters and notes and talked face to face. Back when the only phone calls, the best phone calls were the late night ones you fell asleep to and when you could find heaven by the dash board lights. Days gone forever.

So, gotta run, need to download some itunes, send an email and respond to a text before my blackberry battery dies.

Jurena...logging off