Shhhut Up

I know, I know. It's the age of technology and anyone who doesn't walk about with a wireless bit in their hands is "out of the loop". A loop in my book, is not what most people want to be in, but some, like the old 8mm loops, go cheerfully round and round, pretty much repeating the same old same old endlessly. I imagine if I peeped over the shoulder of a BB or an i-bearing human, I would find a  series of mis-spellings, bad usage and useless nonsense. "Wht UR doin? Nil. LOL Wht U? Nil 2." That sort of non -verbal, non-communicative drivel. If you ask the owner of the small device why they are texting, their answer would be a look, THE look. Okay, I get it. Out of the loop. When I encounter a young person, I also encounter their device that "does everything". What it does do, seems wondrous. One can bank, read a book, balance accounts, buy junk, talk to others, watch movies and sports, play games, take photos, send just about anything and do business without getting off the bus. What the thing can't do, is "relate". In the old days, relating to someone else mattered. You looked into their eyes, you spoke to them mano a mano and you shook hands or hugged or merely patted a shoulder. You felt them.  In a movie of a few years ago, entitled, "Avatar", the Avatars said " I see you" and that meant, they saw into you and learned what you were made of, your psyche. When using an electronic bit of plastic in your hand while shopping, at dinner, at school, you are not seeing anyone, you are reading. In words on a screen, there is no expression, no feeling, no seeing. It's part of the reason why some people who trust in these little devices are deceived. All they see are idiotic words and sometimes faked photos and they believe all of it. I hasten to say that I am an owner of too many of these electronics myself, but I continue to walk in reality. I hope. I like turning pages of a book, I enjoy smiles of my friends and kin when I speak to them, I understand their angry tones and those that are loving. I want to go into a store and handle the object I might buy. I want to use my senses: touch, sight, hearing, smell. I trust with the disappearance of the penny, we won't become automatons without expression, without looking deeply into one's eyes, feeling the warmth of their hands and experiencing their natural aromas. I don't mind their flaws, their talents, their successes and their real selves without editing. You can't text that, and for goodness sake when you come through my door put that idiot device away until you leave! I do not like someone invading my domain carrying a piece of electronic rudeness.