Dogs Have No History

Communication is a funny thing. Well, it is for me. My parents went to the Bahamas for a week, and I didn't even know until I couldn't get a hold of them and finally had to call the farm. I left like five messages for my brother, and I still didn't hear from him until I called him tonight. He was having dinner and said he'd call me back. That was a few hours ago.

I'm sure I do things like that all the time. Hell, I flew to the East Coast and my dad had to find out from my grandma. I think. He called while I was having Mexican food for breakfast and made sure I wasn't kidnapped.

It's the same way with some of my most beloved friends. I have a friend who lives less than an hour away. I love him to death, but we've hardly ever hung out. And we've lived in the same state since 2001. Another man from the same clan and I have only met once, even though we talk daily and candidly. For years now. Old friends from high school keep in contact through MySpace. I met and wooed an amazing gal, all online. I'm a lot better looking online, anyways.

Aaaaaaand I just lost my train of thought. Stupid TV. That Homer is adorable though.

Don't get me wrong. I love traditional forms of communication. My fountain pen is my baby. I'm recording all my thoughts in an old-school notebook. I love writing. A lot of that is just in the texture of the paper. And you can't beat body language, voice tone, facial expressions... Just being there with a person. Actual, physical human contact is the best thing. Ever. We're wired for it. Our cells rejoice.

I prefer the real thing, but the electronic stuff isn't half-bad. It pulls you through in a pinch. Makes it easy to stay in touch. Closes the gab between miles and miles.

And if I can get hokey for a bit here, to the heart there is no such thing as distance.

- David

Disclaimer: I am oddly tired. I cannot be held responsible. But I went through the trouble of muting the TV for commercials and staying slightly linear, so I'm not backing out now.