I Live On A Digital Umbilical Cord
I like to think of myself as the strong, independent alpha male. You know…the kind of man who could easily survive thirty days in the wilderness even if equipped only with a spork. I was reminded last week (as if my mirror everyday wasn’t enough proof) how wrong that idea is. Truth is, I live on a digital umbilical cord.
Long story short, my iPad died a violent electronic death. And I had a meeting last week where I needed to leave my phone in my car. I was digitally “naked”. (fortunately for all of us, not in a clothing sense) I then realized how I am so dependent on being equipped with some type of electronic device to stay in touch with the “digital food chain” of Facebook, web, email…etc.
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It’s sad really. At one point, I was close to becoming an Eagle scout when I was a kid. I actually worked out with Army Rangers when I lived near a base in Germany back in the early 90’s. Now…I live in fear of someone commenting on my Facebook post and not seeing it for two hours. Pathetic.
I miss being the redheaded version of the Brawny paper towel guy. The kind of dude who would wrestle bears just for the sheer enjoyment of it. Hold on…just found a great pic of a dog riding a surf board that I have to get on my Facebook page. Back in a sec…