My Pod

My iPod has become a staple in everyday living. It's kinda like the internet or cell phones...can't really remember how you lived without them. Like, how did people find places without MapQuest? Weird. So, I've oficially become that girl that listens to her iPod while shopping. Target...iPod...Kroger...iPod...Galleria...iPod. I kind of think those people are typically tools. And as much as I bitch on this thing about isolation in life, one would think I'd refrain from removing myself even further from human contact. Truth is, when you're walking down the condiment aisle at the local Kroger, nothing sounds more appetizing than spicing up your humdrum life with a soundtrack. Ya know? I become Maggie Gyllenhaal in this months latest indie flick now playing at the River Oaks Theatre. I get that insecure, yet strong look in my eyes while the Strokes are jamming "Is This It?" in the backkground. I'm a reality escaper...BIG TIME. You power down the Pod for a minute and I return to my little place on the earth...the slighty plump chick who can't resist the Cadbury Egg. The girl who selfishly longs for something better, but does hardly anything to bring that about. The girl who if she died today wouldn't have much to say to God at the Pearly Gates, "Hey...I've got that one song about you downloaded on my iPod!" "I'm a huge Matisyahu fan...does that count?". Let's be honest here. What have I to show for this humdrum life? What? I don't even have riches to fall back on. Ahhhhhhh...well. I feel inspired talking about it...but won't that feeling soon pass? Won't I revert back to selfish Susan who blocks out the pain of reality with MP3s and cigarettes? Probably. Anyone want to move to Africa and take up a clean water project? I kind of do. But I'm too afraid. So, I'll remain with a my little white headphones drowning out the pain of ideas and convictions. Thinking Sucks.