It is under my skin… and finally there is salvation!

There is something about technology in general that gets under our skin. Creeps under there and makes us itch. We feel like we need to scratch that itch. It turns out that we don’t like things under our skin except what belongs there. We don’t like having things inserted under the skin. Through work and happenstance, though, we are getting technology pushed underneath the skin every day.

When I look at my own skin, though, I don’t see anything. Nothing is crawling out from underneath my flesh, but every day something is getting pushed underneath there. Let’s just shoot to the honesty here. I am sitting at my various desks pushing things underneath there… every… day. I am looking for things every day to put in there. I am little better than an addict looking for the newest novel drug. No better than the pop culture whore looking for the next new band, the next new style, the next new fad. I am desperately looking for something to make my brain light up! To make the rest of my life just a little easier. Just a tad easier. Isn’t that what I am searching for? Making my life easier? Isn’t that the point? Why else would I be in this desperate situation? It isn’t my human nature to make things more difficult for myself. Is it?

Look. See, there’s nothing under there at all. I’m clean. I don’t touch the stuff. Not me. Wait, what’s this? A new way to connect. See, look, here’s what it’s really about. Isn’t it? I can communicate! Talk! Chat! With others! They are people, after all. Surely you don’t think that I’m just addicted to the thing that let’s me communicate with them, do you? God almighty, no, that is NOT the issue. I am not an addict. Look, I am clean. I don’t even SMS. No much. Not unnecessarily. Unless I need it.

All of this is just, you know, to help me get through the day. If I had allergies I would take allergy medication. This is no different. I have a problem. I am not organized. I am not connected. I must respond. My sickness is all around me and everyone has it. Failure. This little thing, this pill, this keypad, will help me. This is it. The magic pill is here and I am beginning to feel healed. The symptoms are fading away. Here are the answers! The responding to everyone! A CALENDAR FOR ME!? It. Is. Wonderful.

I was at the edge of the abyss. I was disorganized. I was behind. I was failing. I was a failure. My life was fail. No more. I have inserted the appropriate suppository. I have swallowed the correct pill. I have injected the right drug. I have sniffed the right powder. FRIENDS… I HAVE FOUND SALVATION! Task it! To do it! Wireless it! Salvation can only be found in connectivity. This is the apex of our realization as humanity.

There is no dark side to this.