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love hate phones and men

love hate phones and men

Sometimes you get fits of unbearable rage. That is me this morning, at the one person who could get me full of this much rage. It must be the same with other couples, but it’s hard to understand loving someone this much and also hating them this much.

This morning’s argument and rage was because I had to order something for an event a few weeks away. Instead of accepting that in my post baby body, none of my clothes fit me, he just says, look you’re on your phone again! Eh, yes I’m on my phone, my phone is a computer…..perhaps I should have turned the computer on! Anyway it went on, to the point the baby threw up, so I cleaned the couch, he cleaned the baby. Then I plugged my phone in and continued to payment, “You’re on your phone AGAIN!” ……Eh it’s the same thing as I was doing last time. Feeling a bit like a naughty teenager, I continued.

It got me thinking in the midst of my rage, “do I use my phone too much?”

I don’t think so, seeing that everything that you used to need a laptop for is quick and easy on our phone. Although it got me thinking towards social media, should we use it, should we spend our lives sharing our lives with our friends, well….yes.

Checking facebook a few times a day is a nice thing to do, it’s nice to see that friends are doing well and happy, it’s also nice to get an update if they’re not doing so well, so that you can do something. People don’t share their sadness as much, which makes it seem quite fake to some people, but that’s not true really; it’s just you pick and choose which memories you want to share. Most people want to share good memories and good times, who wants to remember shit times? In the past, what do you show your friends; the photos you developed of your lovely holiday, everyone smiling and happy. Not true life, but the life a lot of us feel comfortable sharing with others. Understandable, humans seem to be the same no matter the year they are born. Happy to share happiness, loathed to share bad times. Bad times happen, shit times happen, maybe not focusing on them doesn’t make them as real.

In such a busy life, people in the past wouldn’t have spoken to some of these people they used to like very much, perhaps for years. Sometimes it’s just an update that lets your remember your memories of these people and how much you actually used to enjoy their presence in your world.

For the close friends, having an ongoing chat everyday is the way forward. It really joins them into your life, even though they are miles and miles apart. You feel that you’re still living alongside each other as friends, even though now you’re fully grown with no time. Making time is tough, the small pieces must be grabbed with both hands. To have them constantly with you on your journey, even though they’re not there in person is a comfort.

On your journey with you, although not with you every step of the way.

So, after that, lets put our phones away for the day, spend time with my horrible, annoying, beautiful and lovely husband and and let my friends know how much I love him after it. Nothing’s perfect all the time.

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