I sat down and did nothing. Oh, my fingers moved on the keys and "mouse" [since when do we like mice so well?!]. I "talked" to a friend using this funny medium. I read some news which interested me and disappeared — or rather, lodged in my mind, useless, cluttering.
I did nothing I say, joining countless others in the revery of staring at screens, interacting with…. Interacting with…what?
I do not know this mystery. Are we losing our minds and our eyes and our relationships, all the while more "connected" than ever? What do we do when we surf or FB or chat or…. Are we doing nothing? Why could doing nothing be so interesting and alluring?
Uncle Dale says I ask questons with no answers. Wish I were more candid. All I know is that long hours can be wasted and it really is interesting to do what I am doing now — writing for an audience out there somewhere. If I am doing nothing then why are they reading this? This nothing.
Maybe it is not nothing after all. Maybe, instead, it has value, this internet world; it just has to be metered and weighed and tamed and properly utilized for meaningful ends. Otherwise we do become extensions of the laptop and the net, minds disorganized and short-term b/c google is always at the ready; minds separate — with technology the friendly traitor — from that which makes them healthy and quick and self-reliant.
Anyone else feel almost clean and free when the net is unavailable for awhile?
Better minds can do more with this meandering. I just know I don’t want to do nothing. And the internet is good at leading us into the nothing trap.
So, that’s my "ode to nothing". Got anything to add?