Disconnected

Dear Readers,

A strange occurrence took place a few days ago and it left me shock, bewildered, which lead me to deeply ponder about this advanced age of technology and how disconnected we are. It all started when I left my cell phone at my evening gig. I picked up an extra shift on Monday, October 14, Columbus day. In my haste to catch my train on time I left my cell phone and I refused to go back to retrieve it. I know that some people would rather be flogged than go without their cell phone, but I am not most people. This occurred on Monday and I didn’t retrieve my phone until Wednesday. I  do not have a back up phone and I was prefectly fine without it. I did not panic about missing calls, texts, Snapchat etc. I was confident that if my family couldn’t reach me they would simply called my business number. What did I do without my cell phone, what I always do nothing.
I am not one of those people who are joined at the hip with my cell phone. When I told people I went without my cell phone for 24 plus hours they looked at me in horror. One person declared that their life is inside of their phone and couldn’t image being without it. I said, my life is in my lungs and heart beat not in a mechanical device. I simply didn’t see the big deal. When I finally had the time to pick up my cell phone I was dreading all the calls, texts, voice mails etc.. that I would read and respond to. After charging my dead phone I was ready for all hell to break loose. I waited in vain. I had the sum of 1 text message and 1 voice mail. A part of me was relieved and the other part of me was confused. I thought what if I went another day without the means to communicate by cell phone would some become concern? Having so little calls and text messages what does this mean about the people who are in my contact list?

I though girl, stop being dramatic. No, I am not being a drama queen. What if I was injured, lost, kidnapped or worst deceased who would know? I had a sense of profound loneliness the feeling of being disconnected and unimportant. Today is Thursday, and my phone is still quiet. Does this mean that I reach out to people more than they do? I tried to convince myself, self your over reacting or am I? The bottom line is its not about not having my cell phone because there are other means people can contact me. Do I means so little to the people in my circle? I make it a habit to check on  family and friends at least one a week, by voice mail, text, or email. Its been a week since I sent my youngest sister a Thinking of you card, but she didn’t call to say if she received the card. I know in general people are busy, but do we use the excuse of being busy to the point its has lost its merit?
Should I wait until some one calls, text, email or Snapchat? When they do should I bore them with the saga of me beginning disconnect from what people refer to as a ” life line”? Or should I put the ordeal and my emotions aside and just say, “hello glad to hear from you, how’s life”.

What Say you?

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Dear reader, I thank you for indulging me by watching my videos and posting  comments.  I  have created a You Tube channel. I like to refer to this channel as my talk show. I created the talk show Conversations  with J. R. Floyd to discuss relationship topics. No, I am not an expert on relationships. No, I am not trying to advise people how to save their broken relationships. My mission is to get people thinking and talking to each other. Have you noticed that people who are in unhappy or dysfunctional relationships talk to every one who will listen about their relationships problems, but they do not  talk to their partner. I hope that my videos will help people to begin  to engage in conversations with each other and start to heal.

 

Thank you for watching. J. R. Floyd

Is it Just Me?

Dear Readers,

I live in New York City. Yes, the big rotten apple. I’m among the millions of city dwellers who rely on public transportation. There are days when my ride is quiet and pleasant, but today wasn’t that day.

I LEFT MY HEAD PHONES HOME!

My one hour & fifteen minute commute quickly turned into the ride from hell.  There is nothing enjoyable about hearing children screeching for attention from parents who are occupied by their cell phones. Or hearing five different loud conversations by people who are in close proximity. Myself and other passengers were entertained by a Bible toting christian yelling, ” You must be saved” for fifteen minutes. Than there was the paraded of people shaking their cups, to the tune of ” Spare change.” I arrived at my destination mentally drained . I bolted to the nearest souvenir shop  to buy headphones for the commute back home.

Headphones on New York City MTA. Priceless!

What Say You?

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