Short Handed

 We've dealt ourselves a short hand these days. Our senses of logic and reason seemed to have disappeared and are replaced with jumping on the social band wagon as fast as we can. Someone the other day, tried to convince me that cell phone texting was conversation and that because I favour using  email and my computer to make written conversation, I was told that this is just not done and that my emails with punctuation and no texting is passe. My argument back, is that you are not having a conversation with another human being when you text because, largely, you aren't saying anything at all. The acronyms go on, line after line adding up to nothing at all being said. I asked my companion "Why would this be called keeping-in-touch?" The answer was eyeballs-to-the-roof . Could be my friend didn't know how to have conversation. Out came his cell phone. The new therapy. It didn't really come out from anywhere because it never leaves his hand. It's a wonder he hasn't drowned it in the shower or taken a bite out of it accidentally. I jest. Cell phones can be handy things, and I have one and take it out when I go out, but I could not bear to carry it around everywhere I go. My hands were not made for holding a cell phone and I have better things to do than yapping  for no reason whatsoever. There are apparently people who sit at the same dining table and instead of looking at each other, they cell phone across the table. No more holding hands in the candlelight I suppose. Something else that worries me about the human race recently, is the need to attend something called "concerts" along with thousands of others in a huge football arena with big screens and goofy lights flashing all over, and humanity pressed together at huge expense. The cost as one starlet advertised, rather her "assistant" did, that she gave up her appointment to have her eggs frozen so that she could attend this concert. Now there's a sacrifice!  She had to fly half way around the world to attend and the cost was about the same as the egg thing, thus she felt her "sacrifice" was worth it. Media reports like that make me want to say "Stop the world, I want to get off", a line from long ago, and one that could happen due to my age. These "concerts" add up to commercial money making in the millions nay billions, while at the same time people are complain bitterly of not being able to own a house with dirt around it or pay the rising costs of groceries. Where is the logic? A concert used to be a place you attended to listen to and watch people who had spent most of their lives learning a skill so that they could perform their talent to inspire others. They don't make big money. These gigantic shows with lights and stage mavens jumping up and down with huge amps pounding their ear drums are a mystery to me.Usually there is skinny young person, dressed in expensive gear, belting out a song or two for a a few hours of shouting and screaming others all around one. From where most of them sit or stand if they become emotionally deranged over the show, can't see anything of it but a tiny bunch of people on a distant stage jumping up and down in costumes. There are big screens here and there not like the nice ones in their own homes where it would be a lot cheaper and more comfortable to enjoy. My closing comment is  "Huh?" or STWIWTGO.