We are some junkies of the mobile

I reply to a new chat notification while paying the waiter or waitress

I reply to a new chat notification while paying the waiter or waitress

Notification of chat on the mobile, a new email arrives, a warning on the social network and another one from the group that our colleagues have formed to be in the bars, but which now serves as an excuse for not doing so . Lights, beeps, alarms, more lights, and new information that occupies the screen keeping me informed of everything that happens at the moment. I keep my phone, take a few steps and take it out again to look at it again, there are no lights, no floating screens, no vibes, no sounds … That disappoints me , what a moral low. I put it back in my pocket and before reaching the end of the street the pot vibrates, I look at it and check that someone has uploaded new information to the group chat. Thank God, I was beginning to worry. For a moment I thought I was staying alone.

Immediately I answer, and incidentally, I enter the network to look for some last minute news . Information, more information and much more information from all points of view, some more interested than others. I enter the articles and comment with enthusiasm, because I want to be present , I want to be taken into account by those strangers, I need more popularity, I want them to love me or hate me . I need more lights, alarms and beeps with each notification of answers.

Avid for stimuli, I decided to comment on one more article. It’s too long, I better read the headline, and the rest of it is read by another asshole because I do not have time, four more news have already come out and I have other notifications.

I need to find a wifi place immediately, so I go into a cafeteria, and without looking at the waiter I ask for a coffee and the network password . What a pleasure to have a good connection! I can see everything I want without worry. Someone speaks in the group chat of a soccer game in New Zealand, the truth is that I do not even know how to pronounce the name of the teams, but it is a quick bet to earn me money on that machine with lights and buttons that look at the bottom of the room.

When I have already finished my bets , to which I have added tennis and basketball, sports of which I have no idea, and I have also updated all the states I had behind, I remember coffee on the table.

On the mobile clock I see the time, and at the moment I receive a new message in which I am warned that I am slow to return. Damn coffee, it makes me waste my time, and besides, it’s cold. I drink it hurriedly and observe a group of children sitting at the next table concentrated and silent, each with his own tablet in his hands while parents take their canes quietly at the next table. But what kind of disturbed parents do they have to educate them like this? I used to play in the streets at his age . Look at them, if they look like zombies with their eyes glued to the screen without saying a single word.

I reply to a new chat notification while paying the waiter or waitress, I have no idea who it is, I am too busy in my social life, I am introducing a new topic in the chat group: “the new lost generations of technology” .

Back home in the car, I had to stop on the shoulder twice to answer . But now I’m sitting on my couch, prepared with my network, my mobile , my PC and my tablet to be at everything immediately, without discomfort and without a second’s delay.

Damn food, how annoying it is to type and eat at the same time. I do not know what they are talking about at home now, but what is happening in the USA. Surely nobody has found out.

I need my lights flash, warnings and more current information. I think someone in the room asked me what I’m going to do tomorrow. Sorry, I’m very busy with what I’m doing now .