Down with technology

Cellphones, text messaging, social network Twittering... all components of a new Space Age of communication, of instant feedback, of citizen journalism. Perhaps. More often than not, at least in my case, it's the ability to embarrass myself quickly and easily as soon as I have a few drinks in me and I start feeling bold, or nostalgic, or just plain lonely. Is it a cliche to feel a profound sense of despair and isolation while sitting a few feet away from some pro shaking her assets on stage? Maybe it was the overpowering scent of desperation that clings to a place like that, the gaze and the flesh in the very dim light. Maybe it's just me. Always me. When your ex and her friends are getting a giggle out of your late night communications, it might be time to give up the cell phone. Would have been worse if I actually stuck around until she emerged from the club, so at least I gave up in time to reach her. A very small consolation prize.