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Too Damned Much Noise
How we interact with the world defines us to a large extent.
When you wake up in the morning, what do you do first?
My wife pulls up her socials and checks for friends and how they’re doing, she is a caring one, but fairly straightforward.
I don’t do that, mostly. Most often I open up my email and nuke the stupid stuff, and archive too much of the rest because it’s just too much. It’s gotten to the point that I am falling down on the job, metaphorically and literally some days. I have six kids at home, two of which are beautiful little girls who make my heart both happy and insane. I do wish they’d sleep better than they usually do.
Of course, as one of my co-workers was so very fond of saying before I went rogue and left the cubicles behind; “no sympathy if it’s self-inflicted” which both marriage and children are. So yeah, I need to stop whining and man up about it.
But when is enough actually enough? Both of my teenagers are now on their phones as much as I will let them be, and their mom is also attached to hers quite a lot as well, but more because it’s both her escape and her social lifeline. After all, who the hell want’s to spend more time than they have to talking to an old introverted fart like me?
