Friday night I was at the phillies mets game. We lost, and the scent of crab fries taunted me from beyond an impossibly long line, but it was still a good time. Anyway, at one point early in the game after I ate some mediocre pizza I took out my camera and started taking pictures. My friend lectured me about MLB rules(I didn’t have the express permission of the phillies and major league baseball), but I was shockingly undeterred.
Anyway, at one point I was so busy taking pictures, I missed a really cool play. And, it seems like my whole life is like that. I’m so busy trying to take a picture, or updating my facebook status, or imming or texting someone about what’s going on, I miss what’s going on. I observe life instead of live it. I’m so concerned with having evidence of what’s going on, with writing blogs in my head about my shenanigans, that I think I miss the point.
I have pictures, or status messages, but not much of a life. It’s all passing me by, and what will I have to show for it- some only sometimes witty blog entries?? And, part of it a fear of…gettting rejected, getting hurt, if I’m behind a camera or buried in my phone, then well, I’m choosing to not be noticed, as opposed to everyone actively not noticing me.
The reasons are unimportant, but the results are- which is that I should start taking an active role in my life, before it’s too late. Easier said then done.