Today...

...I decided to cut back on the texting, like back to NONE if I can do anything about it.

Within the space of about an hour, I had a texting "conversation" with a friend of mine over absolute nonsense, and only realized later that we could have just called each other and the conversation would have lasted about 30 seconds. What's worse is that, while I could have been focusing on other things (I haven't composed anything new for about a month now), I could feel my mind preoccupied with waiting for my friend's text responses, sort of like my mind was tethered to the little digital device sitting at the edge of the table.

I know we like to think we have control, but how much time do we spend in our minds waiting for phone calls, text messages, emails, etc? Even when we're physically doing other things, our minds are always preoccupied with wondering about communication through our little digital devices. Why hasn't he (or she) called? Why are they taking so long returning my text? What did that text mean? Who else is he (or she) texting? Etc. etc.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, my fingers frantically running over the little keypad of the phone, my hair kind of messy, the light from the screen shining a bit in my eyes. I don't know. I felt just a bit...