Ahh, hypocrisy. The nectar of old age.

I am now returning from my self-imposed isolation to layeth down the smack. I have spent my Christmas Break (sorry, semester break), or as I like to call it my "annual violation of the ideals set forth in the United States constitution" doing my best to not give a fuck about the rest of the world. I haven't checked my email more than once a week, I have largely ignored text messages from anyone I don't consider a close friend and even those I have been slow to answer. And phone calls (which I always hate) I have tried not to answer. The end result of all this is that I have been pretty happy. I am increasingly sure that I was meant to be more like my dad hiding from the future in his turn of the last century apartment filled with books.

But now here I am back at work for the fits and starts of the spring semester. And I have to do all this communicating. I find myself loathe to do it, but a little more psychologically ready for the task. I wonder how confused everyone will be when I try to TALK to them about stuff rather than just send them an email. I'm actually pretty sure it won't work and I will have to slip back into the "old" new ways. But at least when I finally slip back into the digital age, I will have more porn to tide me over. Well, like all techno-phobes, I should stop writing my blog and answer some emails.