When I was wee little lad and I had to show up in to these strange houses, whom I had no one to interact. I used to imagine stories to amuse myself. My indefatigable cuteness would end up either people making me eat stuff or the annoying constant cheek pinches which used to occur every second of this agonizing hour.
Now the custom is you say hai, hello and even before you have memorized their name, you end up saying nice to meet you. I said Hai and you failed to pronounce my unhinged long name and my ridiculous of a nick name. But, yet you decided that it was a nice meeting. In what essence does this brief "moment" make it a nice meeting. In what universe was it nice. Oh how I digress.
Sincerely, unwholesomely what's with that ? But the annoying part while the wee lad was frantically pinched as a gesture of love was the search to find entertainment, while the grown ups went along with their grownupness.
Today, now, in this sparkly new age. You say hai, hello forget his name and after your "nice meeting", you wait in their sitting area, whilst they bring you a beverage or a new proud desert that they have prepared. As this agonizing "cold" time passes. You suddenly realize that you have a strong urge to pee like a horse. This strong urge and the beverage teamed together in minutes will result in the unequivocal question. The question at this point is obvious but you should pose that you are civil and not an inbred who doesn't know about contexts. You ask not for the directions to the loo, but for the direction to the rest room.
The kind guest, politely directs you to the restroom which in all its grandeur is plain simply cold and reeks of lady's hair products. Once you have relieved yourself , you take that long awkward walk to the living room. By then the grownupness has already started. The politics, the dad jokes and the restrospective view of literally everything has begun. The only thing you yearn for now is the elusive WI FI password.
But how do you ask for such an idiotic thing which implies that you don't care about this fastidious congregation. You pinch, stare and make faces with the kid on the other side and you finally take that leap after the longest 3 minutes of your entire life and you utter those shamefully awkward words. May i have your wifi password ?
In times like these, what you see is we seek engagement not in real people but with the one's dwelling inside our tablets, phones. People who are residing in a different time zone yet who engage in content which you love. Be it Football (Soccer), Formula 1 or plain life from your point of view. In essence, we all dream for this elusive wifi password to the world where we connect with those whom we "connect" holistically and unequivocally.
I hope you have found your password. Until the next episode of this thing , stay awesome people.
Sincerely, unwholesomely what's with that ? But the annoying part while the wee lad was frantically pinched as a gesture of love was the search to find entertainment, while the grown ups went along with their grownupness.
Today, now, in this sparkly new age. You say hai, hello forget his name and after your "nice meeting", you wait in their sitting area, whilst they bring you a beverage or a new proud desert that they have prepared. As this agonizing "cold" time passes. You suddenly realize that you have a strong urge to pee like a horse. This strong urge and the beverage teamed together in minutes will result in the unequivocal question. The question at this point is obvious but you should pose that you are civil and not an inbred who doesn't know about contexts. You ask not for the directions to the loo, but for the direction to the rest room.
The kind guest, politely directs you to the restroom which in all its grandeur is plain simply cold and reeks of lady's hair products. Once you have relieved yourself , you take that long awkward walk to the living room. By then the grownupness has already started. The politics, the dad jokes and the restrospective view of literally everything has begun. The only thing you yearn for now is the elusive WI FI password.
But how do you ask for such an idiotic thing which implies that you don't care about this fastidious congregation. You pinch, stare and make faces with the kid on the other side and you finally take that leap after the longest 3 minutes of your entire life and you utter those shamefully awkward words. May i have your wifi password ?
In times like these, what you see is we seek engagement not in real people but with the one's dwelling inside our tablets, phones. People who are residing in a different time zone yet who engage in content which you love. Be it Football (Soccer), Formula 1 or plain life from your point of view. In essence, we all dream for this elusive wifi password to the world where we connect with those whom we "connect" holistically and unequivocally.
I hope you have found your password. Until the next episode of this thing , stay awesome people.
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