Wow I felt like a kindly and wonderful pillar of our establishment tonight when I donated the precious
essence I call my alcohol and nicotine tainted blood...but the process takes forever...you have to sit there
averting your gaze so as not to be caught staring at any of the strangers nearby you...after an eternity (20 minutes)
the doctor tests the liquid in question and then more interminability hanging around for a bed to sit on for the actual extraction,
and then even more quietly embarrassing existence as the bag fills up with the dark red stuff, and it's weird because
it's difficult to try and look cool while you're on a bed bleeding into a drip for all the world to observe, and you're trying
discreetly to people watch the other donors and trying not to get caught doing so....and then I thought...great...free
crisps and biscuits and a nice warm sweet cup of tea...at least then when seated FACING EACH OTHER...the participants can TALK TO EACH OTHER...about the intimate and valuable experience they just shared.....but no....I'm obviously a freak...I was the only
human being around a table of 8 who wasn't absorbed by the operation of their phone, texting or surfing or googling or just fiddling....
I wish I too enjoyed being seperated from intimacy and conversation by a small hypnotic and largely pointless screen but I do not...
I don't think I'm clever or anything...I just think that people shouldn't ignore a human being next to them in favour of artificial exchanges
in cyberspace...apart from anything else it's a very lonely pursuit in reality....
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