An Empty Shell

Not being present while you’re present is equivalent to being out of mind while you’re still in sight.

Ever eat dinner with someone that was on social networks the majority of the time? They took an “usie” of y’all while you were waiting to be seated. Smile for the ‘gram! They snapped y’all’s chat about brussel sprouts versus asparagus. “Do baby cabbage and little fiber sticks taste better steamed or roasted?” 🤔 Let’s see if the book of faces can educate our palates. Picture of your dressed plates… uploaded. You are together at the same time, but in a totally different space. There is no continuum of connection between the big and small of things. Out of mind.

Have you ever gone to the park for a play date? Kids are halted on the slide (put your feet out) for a photo-op. “Becky when you pump your feet back look over here and smile!!” Little Becky tries, but the action exposes frustration in a parent trying to capture a moment. On to the see-saw. Up. Snap. Down. Snap. Time to leave the park. The kid is begging to go back. A parent satisfied that a child enjoyed their time. Who was paying attention when fun was nowhere in sight?

The sun goes down and you’re glad it’s snuggle time. Fat full and cozy, semi-propped up in bed. The focus of your affection climbs in. “Hey what’s on TV?” Click on. Flip. Flip. Read the guide. Flip. Watching a late night movie can be nice. Wait. Gotta check emails real quick. Sunrise. The most intimate place is to be far away, but held close. The loneliest person can see and touch a body that’s mind is content in a parallel universe. Here. For you. An empty shell.

Author: Fuzz

I have many titles and many names. They all genuinely represent aspects of my character, public, and private self. My life's work has consisted of legal and accounting services. My heart's passion is teaching college students how to critically think in order to navigate a world with too many options. This platform is for my creative self. I have been writing stories since I could hold a pencil. My personal philosophies and beliefs have evolved into isms that I live by. I was also a photographer for many, many years. I mainly did portraits, but I do not enjoy it anymore. Now I love to color! All the "artwork" are my digital coloring book creations. Be true. Be authentic. Live your philosophies. I am Fuzz.

2 thoughts on “An Empty Shell”

  1. Then there is every moment of a concert, where even just the prospect of listening to the music is lost to a sea of blue screens, capturing video of the moments that the phones’ owners cannot focus on, because of their incessant need to make sure that the zoom is properly modified after each shake of their unsteady hands.

    Each of those kinds of concert participants are lost, and thus truly miss each moment of genius where musicians come together and create the mystery known as music.

    And isn’t creating music really the same thing as being in a relationship?


    1. What a perfect analogy, Matthew! And situationally correct too. I’ve seen it. You’ve seen it. A moment cannot be seized through a mobile device lens. They take the image, but only the full experience can reproduce the thoughts, feelings, smells, and vibrations to savor later. You only get one moment to be in the moment. Once it’s gone, you’ve missed more than just good music and great love! You missed every beautiful thing that moment offered. Oh well… I’m glad you and I get it 😊

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