I am connected. Connected to the world, the web, to everything. I am hooked up, turned on, and logged in! I have a Blackberry that keeps me constantly updated while I am on the go. I have an Ipad for ease of use while waiting, or wasting time, anywhere. I have a laptop and home pc gracing my humble abode. All of these stream dsl wirelessly through my network at home. I am connected. It's not difficult to guess that I, like a lot of men, am into techy things. I want the latest and greatest and fastest. With all of these connections comes an almost strangely secure feeling. The feeling that if anyone in the world ever needs me, I can be found. The trick to this is that I said "I can be found.". You see, It's real simple. I don't wear a collar and I don't need a leash. There is no one in this world that has any type of right to know where I am at all times. All of these things are for my pleasure, not yours. If you call and I don't answer, it doesn't mean the phone is dead. I might just not want to get off my lazy ass and answer it. If you email me, You'll probably eventually get a response. And for god's sake if you post stupid shit on my Facebook page then I will more than likely have one less dumb ass friend. I think that more and more of us feel that we have to answer the phone, or respond to whatever summons we receive simply because it makes us feel important. Some one wants us. Oh joy! There is some poor sap out there needing us for something! Well paint my lips and call me pretty. Next time your phone rings do me a favor. Think about me, and don't answer. I'm not saying to not address your commitments. But lets get real. If you're sitting on the couch, with your wife snuggled up, and the movie going, then that is what is most important. The phone, text, email, and online chat rooms can wait. I promise, all those little problems will be there in the morning. Oh shit! I gotta go. My phone is ringing!