This segment titled Alphabet Soup: The alphabet according to someone with very little shame and a lot of time on her hands was inspired by blogger Mandy Wallace and the Writers of Kern A to Z challenge. Enjoy!
Happy Friday, readers!
Another week has come to an end, bringing with it a chance to relax and get some much needed me time. Which will hopefully come about in the form of good food, loads of uninterrupted Netflix time, and a few books. Although, I’ve a party on Sunday and will possibly go out tonight so maybe I’m just lying to myself….
You know, life is all about commitments. The promises we make and keep, the ones we break. Our willingness to follow through is, I think, a big part of what holds together the threads of society. We sign on the dotted line when we get married, when we get divorced. We constantly hit the accept button whenever we need a new update on something. We accept, acknowledge, and attach our name to things as a sign of our commitment to them and whatever they may hold.
We sign our lives away. And it’s interesting to me that we don’t notice or care. I certainly don’t. Most of the time people say sign here and I just go, “Eh, sure”. Because what else am I going to do? If you don’t sign, if you don’t commit, you can’t go forward. You can’t update your phone and you can’t get your package and you can’t open that bank account. We trust that what we’re signing won’t come back to bite us, but mostly we don’t even consider it as a possibility.
We accept as real commitments only the ones that have an impact on our reality. It’s expected that something like marriage will alter your life. But if it didn’t, if you signed a paper without any of the accompanying changes that marriage requires, we’d put signing a marriage license right there with clicking the accept button on the terms and conditions for a new app.
Except, they’re both binding, aren’t they? You’re as committed, legally, to this person as you are to software and the people behind it.
I now declare you man and technology. You may now realize how screwed up we all are.
Until next time, readers!