They - or shall I say 'we', spend hours on gadgets and television - the prospect of going out and meeting peoples seems less gratifying than the internet matrix we virtually own.
I'm not shaming anyone here; I am just as guilty for this home becoming a multi-generational, introverted and tech-absorbed enclave.
However, I want to know if I can ever return from my 'dream state reality' (which my blog is a part of).
For constructively leaving in-the-air ideas to a more practical life style.
Yes 'real life', is the tangible and feel-able sheep in wolf's clothing that I am frightened/unsure of.
But What could be out there for me? Moving out would inevitably mean losing touch with relatives which means losing the human contact freely 'there' at my family home.
I am not brave at all. I am very content with being used to things and abiding/living by it.
I sometimes imagine what it would be like to live alone. My live alone fantasy always cuts itself short when I realise I'd be (drum-roll) ... alone!
To be continued.