We are robots (just text me)

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Is anyone alive anymore? Why text when we can just call? How many people have perished behind a “lol”? How many relationships have been severed by the Facebook samurai sword? What happened to the phone booth romance that I used to cherish? Is it possible that this post or “blog” has been penned by a robot that has taken over my precious website?

How would you know sweet readers of words?

Some of you who still rely on the cognitive parts of your brains (oh shit here he goes again) can recognize my writing voice and the hellfire candor that lies underneath the murky waters of originality and good taste.

The rest of you don’t care because this writing is devoid of pictures, besides the Han Solo pic I used to lure in my geek friends.

By the way, books with pictures in them are reserved for those who are less than 5 years old because their imaginations aren’t that complex and they need pictures to help them.⚡️⚡️😉

The billions of folks who subscribe to Facebook and all the other social media sites are fooled into thinking that in some way they are behaving “socially”, this is not true chickens!

I’m sure I could copy and paste a definition of the word “social” to make my point but that would not change a damn thing. When I first engaged in social media many moons ago I thought foolishly that this would be a perfect forum to give freely of my humorous writings. Not for the sake of ego did I pursue this idea, but for the sake of solidarity in a world consumed by greed and despair.

In this sad world we live in, humor may be our only refuge. When the modern human is consumed by fear and regret, life seems hopeless.

Overwhelmed by pressure and unending feelings of shame and incompetence this modern human self medicates or seeks spiritual refuge.

Since pharmaceutical sales have zoomed past our closed universe it is plain to see that most of us self medicate.

What does that mean Daniel?

Alcohol, drugs (especially those scratched out on those small Rx note pads) are what most of us use to escape the pain of modern life.

There are numerous strange behaviors that accompany fear; over eating, gambling, hoarding, facebookeritis etc etc.

There are medical professionals who say that obsessive behaviors and the consequences of those behaviors are only the results of a collective spiritual malady.

To make it plain, you can take any social problem or deviance and apply the same prognosis; we are full of fear and we put shit in our bodies to not feel fear, we need Jesus. (I’m serious when I say that)

“You keep eating rocks. Rocks are not good for you, you should stop, we all love you. Here is my friend Dr Phil ” and so on.

Please understand, I’m not judging anyone, except those who text for a living.  I myself have engaged in self medication without my Ph.D and became one the most infamous pleasure monkeys to wear a skin suit.

It is clear to me that we all need something or someone outside of ourselves to feel complete (hopefully it’s not texting) The thing or person that we choose to need may be our demise or greatest triumph so to speak.

This brings me back to humor; it is the tool I use to deal with reality and I believe it has been given to me for that reason.

I choose to share it with anybody who will engage in it. It is not my business whether they choose to read or not to read, I will continue to write humor.

It is my purpose.

That was a Matrix moment sweet readers.

I say all of that to say this, I see that texting does have a purpose but let us not forget that we are human beings, we are all unique and filled with passion, love and hope. I know this seems silly to go on and on about the texting world but I’m passionate about remaining human and I miss the ten cent phone booth romance speech with my Amorcita back in ’96 when there was nothing to do but listen to each other’s voice and talk about Love.
Goodnight and Goodluck

Your Humble Literary Servant

D

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