I broke my ipod today. A brief moments of carelessness, a panicked juggle, a two foot drop, the corner of a wooden chair and it was all over. That poor little $300 concoction of tin, genius and glass never stood a chance.
As a defeated man and only to the silence of the crunching snow beneath my feet, I weaved my way home through campus, then down the steps and out onto the street. I felt like a part of me had just died.
Have you ever watched people in an electronic store become absolute fools when they come face to face with a fancy new phone or, almost instinctively, migrate to the biggest brightest TV and gaze at it, mindlessly basking in its iridescent glory? Not only have I seen it, I've done it, many times. Why is it that we humans can become so enthralled with things that don't serve ANY role in our overall survival as species or satisfy ANY of our fundamental needs? When was the last time my ipod fed me, kept me warm at night, protected me from my enemies or provided me with offspring? Moreover, when has my ipod ever told me I was smart or I looked good, made me soup when I was sick, corrected me when I was being dumb, tucked me in at night when I was scared or picked me up from school when it was snowing and I forgot to bring a jacket? Maybe it's because we feel like all of our needs are already taken care or that certain things aren't as important as they use to be. Or maybe its apart of us, like in our DNA or something.
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