Four people sit at the next table over from me on this evening of cafe culture. The two college-age daughters, if I may not so boldly assume them to be, are bent over their phones, entirely disengaged and unaware of everything around them. The father, again assumed, is also on his phone, tapping and scrolling awkwardly in comparison to his daughters. The mother, odd woman out, sits there with her head resting in her hand, looking half-bored and half-disgusted. Also completely resigned and unsurprised by the total lack of social interaction by her surrounding family.
Is this the new American dream?
Being alone together?
I’m not invested enough to feel sad for any of them. For all I know they are having the best time of their lives. Different strokes for different folks, right?
Speaking of ‘Different Strokes’, I really miss ‘The Facts of Life‘…
My mind is still a frightening place to be.
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